Psalms 51:8
Make thou me to heare some ioy and gladnesse: let the bones reioyce which thou hast broken.
Make thou me to heare some ioy and gladnesse: let the bones reioyce which thou hast broken.
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6 Neuerthelesse, lo thou requirest trueth in the inwarde partes of me: & therfore thou wylt make me learne wisdome in the secrete part of myne heart.
7 Purge thou me with hyssop and I shalbe cleane: washe thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
9 Turne thy face from my sinnes: and wype out all my misdeedes.
10 Make thou vnto me a cleane heart O Lorde: and renue thou a ryght spirite within me.
12 Geue me agayne the comfort of thy saluation: and confirme me with a free wyllyng spirite.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
22 A mery heart make a lustie age: but a sorowfull minde dryeth vp the bones.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
11 And foorthwith thou hast turned my mourning into dauncing: thou hast put of my sackcloth, and gyrded me with gladnes.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid when the prophete Nathan came vnto hym after he was gone in to Bethsabe. Haue mercie on me O Lorde accordyng to thy louyng kindnesse: accordyng vnto the multitudes of thy mercies wype out my wickednesse.
2 Washe me throughly from myne iniquitie: and clense me from my sinne.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
21 They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
22 Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
17 Sacrifices for God is a mortified spirite: O Lorde thou wylt not despise a mortified and an humble heart.
18 Be thou beneficiall vnto Sion, according to thy gracious good wyll: buylde thou the walles of Hierusalem.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
28 Thou hast shewed me the wayes of lyfe, thou shalt make me full of ioy with thy countenaunce.
2 O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
11 Be glad in God, & reioyce O ye righteous: be ioyfull also all ye that be vpright of heart.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
22 Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
20 He kepeth all his bones: so that no one of them is broken.
14 Heale me O Lorde, and I shalbe whole: saue thou me, & I shalbe saued: for thou art my prayse.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
30 The clearnes of the eye reioyseth the heart, & a good name feedeth the bones.
14 Deliuer me from blood O Lorde, the Lorde of my saluation: and my tongue shall sing with a ioyfull noyse of thy iustice.
15 O Lorde open thou my lippes: and my mouth shall set foorth thy prayse.
9 And my soule shalbe ioyfull in God: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. The kyng ought to reioyce in thy strength O God: and he ought to be exceedyng glad of thy saluation.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
26 Therfore dyd my heart reioyce, and my tongue was glad. Moreouer also my fleshe shall reste in hope,
8 For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
15 Make vs mery accordyng to the dayes that thou hast afflicted vs: and accordyng to the yeres wherin we haue suffred aduersitie.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart: he wrappeth vp their sorowes.
7 Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
13 A mery heart maketh a chearfull countenaunce: but by the sorowe of the heart the mynde is heauy.
9 Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.
4 For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.
21 Thou hast brought me to greater honour then I had before: & thou returnyng hast comforted me on euery syde.
17 Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
21 Thy mouth shall he fill with laughing, and thy lippes with gladnesse.
8 So shall thy nauell be whole, and thy bones strong.
4 I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
6 Wylt thou not turne agayne and reuiue vs: that thy people may reioyce in thee?