Psalms 77:6
I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.
I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.
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6Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
1To the chiefe musition vpon Ieduthun, a psalme of Asaph. My voyce was vnto the Lorde, and I cryed: my voyce was vnto the Lord, and he hearkened vnto me.
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.
4Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
5I dyd thynke vpon the dayes past: and on the yeres of the olde worlde.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
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.
7I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season.
3Thou hast proued myne heart, thou hast visited it in the nyght season: thou hast tryed me, and founde no wickednesse, for I purposed that nothyng shoulde scape my mouth.
8God wyll graunt his louing kindnesse on the day tyme: and in the nyght season I wyll syng of hym, and make my prayer vnto the Lorde of my lyfe.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
10And I sayde, this is my death: but the ryght hande of the most hyghest may graunt me yeres.
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.
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.
4And I powred out of me my very heart, remembryng this howe that before tyme I haue passed with a great number, bringyng the vnto the house of the Lord: with a voyce of ioy & prayse, & with a company that kept holy day.
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.
55I haue thought vpon thy name O God in the nyght season: and I haue kept thy lawe.
23Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
7My heart is redy O Lorde, my heart is redy: I wyll sing, and prayse thee in singing of psalmes.
8Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
3My heart was hotte within me, and whyle I was thus musyng the fire kyndled: and at the last I spake with my tongue.
4When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
1By night in my bed I sought hym whom my soule loueth: yea diligently sought I him, but I found him not.
13In the thoughtes and visions of the night when sleepe commeth on men,
16And so I applied my minde to learne wysdome, and to knowe the trauayle that is in the worlde, and that of suche a fashion, that I suffred not mine eyes to sleepe neither day nor night.
1A song, the psalme of Dauid. My heart is redye O Lorde: I wyll sing & prayse thee in singing of psalmes, yea my glory also is redie.
2Bestirre thee O lute and harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
148Myne eyes haue preuented the nyght watches: that my study might be wholy in thy wordes.
7What, wyll the Lorde forsake me for euer? wyll he be no more intreated to be fauourable?
6I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
2Examine me O God and proue me: trye out my reynes and my heart.
10But none sayth, Where is God that made me? and that geueth vs occasion to praise him in the night?
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
6My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
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.
25I applied my minde also vnto knowledge, and to seeke and searche out science, wysdome, and vnderstanding, to knowe the foolishnesse of the vngodly, and the errour of doting fooles.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
17In the euening and morning, and at noone day wyll I pray, and that most instantly: and he wyll heare my voyce.
2O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
6That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
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.
13But vnto thee do I crye O God: and my prayer commeth early in the morning before thee.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.