Psalms 77:10
And I sayde, this is my death: but the ryght hande of the most hyghest may graunt me yeres.
And I sayde, this is my death: but the ryght hande of the most hyghest may graunt me yeres.
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11I dyd call to remebraunce the workes of God almightie: for thy wonders done a great whyle a goe came into my mynde.
12I also gaue my selfe to muse of all thy workes: and I talked of all thy actes.
9Hath God forgotten to be gratious? and will he shut vp his louing kindnesse in displeasure? Selah.
5I call to remembraunce the tyme long past: I muse vpon euery act of thine, I exercise my study on the worke of thy handes.
19O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
20Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
21Whyle I consider these thinges in my heart, I get a hope agayne.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
3I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
23Neuerthelesse I am alway with thee: for thou hast holden me by my ryght hande.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
5I dyd thynke vpon the dayes past: and on the yeres of the olde worlde.
6I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.
5If I forget thee O Hierusalem: let my right hande forget her cunning.
6Call to remembraunce O God thy tender mercies & thy louyng kindnesse: for they haue ben for euer.
7Oh remember not thou the sinnes and offences of my youth: but accordyng to thy mercie euen of thy goodnesse O God remember me.
17Let thy hande be vpon the man of thy right hande: and vpon the sonne of man whom thou hast fortified for thyne owne selfe.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
16I wyll go foorth in the strength of the Lorde God: and I wyll only make mention of thy ryghteousnesse.
17Thou O God hast taught me from my youth: and hytherto I can well declare thy wonderous workes.
9Cast me not away in the tyme of age: forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
8I haue set God alwayes before me: for he is on my ryght hande, therfore I shall not be remoued.
16The ryght hande of God is on hygh: the right hande of God bryngeth mightie thynges to passe.
23he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
24But I say, O my God take me not away in the middest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure throughout all generations.
11He sayeth in his heart, tushe, the Lord hath forgotten: he hydeth away his face, and he wyll neuer see it.
12Aryse vp O Lorde God: lift vp thine hande, forget not the afflicted.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
13Thou hast a mightie arme: thy hand is strong, and thy right hand is exalted.
1A song of high degrees. O God be mindfull of Dauid: with all his affliction.
22And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
1To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
1A song of high degrees. Israel may now say: they haue troubled me often from my youth vp.
3O God my Lord, if I haue done any such thing: or if there be any wickednesse in my handes.
14But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
15My time is in thy hande, deliuer me from the hande of mine enemies: and from them that persecute me.
4For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
42They thought not of his hande: in the day when he redeemed them from the enemie.
26My fleshe and my heart fayleth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for euer.
27If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
10I beleued, therfore I wyll speake: I was sore afflicted,
8My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
109My soule is alway in my hande: yet I do not forget thy lawe.
16Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.