Psalms 63:1
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.
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.
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6I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
7Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
8Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.
1To 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.
2My 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?
3My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
2To see thee euen so as I haue seene thee in the sanctuary: that I might beholde thy power and glory.
3For thy louing kindnes is better then life itselfe: my lippes shall prayse thee.
2My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
9My soule hath longed for thee all the night, and with my spirite whiche is within me wyll I seeke thee early in the morning: For when thy iudgementes are in the earth, the inhabiters of the worlde shall learne righteousnesse.
5My soule is satisfied euen as it were with mary and fatnes: and my mouth prayseth thee with ioyfull lippes.
6Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
7Because thou hast ben my helper: therfore vnder the shadowe of thy wynges do I reioyce.
8My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
2From the endes of the earth I wyll call vnto thee when my heart is in heauines: oh set me vp on the rocke that is higher then I.
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
25Whom haue I in heauen but thee? and there is none vpon earth that I desire besides thee.
6I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
15Loke downe then from heauen, and beholde from the dwelling place of thy sanctuarie and thy glorie: Howe is it that thy gelousie, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies, and thy louing kindnesse wyll not be intreated of vs?
5I did knowe thee in the wildernesse, in the lande of drought.
25Daleth My soule cleaueth to the dust: reuiue thou me accordyng to thy worde.
131I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2Hearken thou vnto the voyce of my crying my kyng and my Lorde: for vnto thee I wyll make my prayer.
3Thou shalt heare my voyce betymes O God: I wyll early in the morning direct a prayer vnto thee, and I wyll looke for helpe from thee.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
4For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
1By night in my bed I sought hym whom my soule loueth: yea diligently sought I him, but I found him not.
5they were hungry and thirstie, their soule fainted in them.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
20My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Sosanim (a psalme) of Dauid. Saue me O Lorde: for waters haue entred in vnto my soule.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
4And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord.
10I haue sought thee with my whole heart: suffer me not to swarue from thy commaundementes.
1Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
40Behold I haue coueted after thy commaundementes: cause me to lyue in thy ryghteousnesse.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
6My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
6I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
1To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
1A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
1To the chiefe musition (a psalme) of Dauid, to reduce in remembraunce. Haste thee O Lorde to delyuer me: make haste to helpe me O God.
17When the thirstie and poore seeke water and finde none, and when their tongue is drye of thirst, I geue it them saith the Lorde, I the God of Israel forsake them not.