Psalms 62:1
To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
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5 Neuerthelesse O my soule, stay thou only vpon the Lorde: for my confidence is in him.
6 He only is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued.
7 In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
8 O ye people, put your trust in hym alway: powre out your heartes before him, for the Lorde is our hope. Selah.
2 He onlye is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued greatly.
5 I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted for hym: and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
6 My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
9 I wyl reserue his strength for thee: for thou O Lorde art my refuge.
20 Our soule wayteth after God: he is our ayde and shielde.
7 And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
24 The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
25 O howe good is the Lord vnto them that put their trust in hym, and to the soule that seeketh after hym.
26 The good man with stilnesse and pacience, taryeth for the health of the Lorde.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. I wayted patiently vpon God, and he enclined vnto me his eare: and heard my crying.
81 Caph My soule hath faynted after thy saluation: I geue earnest attedaunce vnto thy worde.
1 The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
1 To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach. Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God.
2 My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?
7 Neuerthelesse, I wil looke vp vnto the Lorde, I will patiently abyde God my sauiour: my God shall heare me.
2 Beholde, God is my saluation, in who I wyll trust and not be afrayde: for the Lorde God is my strength and my song, he also is become my saluation.
1 To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Sosanim (a psalme) of Dauid. Saue me O Lorde: for waters haue entred in vnto my soule.
1 I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
3 God is my strength, in him will I trust: he is my shielde, and the horne of my saluation, my hie towre, and my refuge, my sauiour, thou hast saued me from wrong.
21 Let integritie and vprighteous dealing kepe me safe: for I haue wayted after thee.
9 And my soule shalbe ioyfull in God: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
1 Siggaion of Dauid, whiche he song vnto God in the busines of Chus, the sonne of Iemini. O God my Lord, in thee I haue put my trust: saue me from all them that do persecute me, and deliuer thou me.
5 leade me foorth in thy trueth and teache me, for thou art the Lorde of my saluation, I haue wayted for thee al the day long.
1 A song of high degrees. I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
2 Preserue thou my soule, for I am holy: my God saue thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in thee.
3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
22 Haste thee to helpe me: O Lorde my saluation.
5 But I repose my trust in thy mercie, and my heart is ioyfull in thy saluation:
1 A song, the psalme of the sonnes of Corach, to the chiefe musition vpon Mahalath Leannoth, a wise instruction of Heman the Ezrahite. O God the Lorde of my saluation, I crye day and night before thee:
123 Myne eyes haue faynted with lokyng for thy saluation: and for the worde of thy ryghteousnesse.
2 God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge.
14 Attende thou therfore vpon God, be of a good courage, and he will comfort thine heart: I say attende thou vpon God.
16 As for me I wyll crye vnto the Lord: and God wyll saue me.
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
11 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.
1 A psalme of Dauid when he was in the wyldernesse of Iuda. O Lorde thou art my Lorde: early in the morning I do seeke thee. My soule thirsteth for thee: my fleshe also longeth after thee in a baren and drye lande where no water is.
13 But I make my prayer vnto thee O God in an acceptable tyme: heare me O Lord in the multitude of thy mercie, according to the trueth of thy saluation.
1 To the chiefe musition, destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when Saul sent, and they did watch the house to kill him. Deliuer me from myne enemies O Lorde: defende me fro them that rise vp against me.
3 Bryng foorth the speare, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say vnto my soule, I am thy saluation.
5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.
4 Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
8 My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.