Psalms 94:19
In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
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50That same is my comfort in my affliction: for thy worde maketh me to lyue.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
17If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
18But when I sayde my foote hath slypped: thy mercy O God helde me vp.
17Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
18I go about to count them, I fynde that they are mo in number then the sande: and yet whyle I am wakyng I am styll with thee.
34My meditations of hym shalbe very pleasaunt: for all my ioy shalbe in God.
143Trouble and griefe haue taken holde vpon me: yet thy commaundementes be my delyght.
76I beseche thee let thy louing kindnesse be a meanes to comfort me: accordyng to thy worde spoken vnto thy seruaunt.
77Let thy pitifull mercies come vnto me, that I may lyue: for thy lawe is my delyght.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
7Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
21Thou hast brought me to greater honour then I had before: & thou returnyng hast comforted me on euery syde.
52For I called to remembraunce thy iudgementes from the begynnyng of the worlde O God: and so I comforted my selfe.
24Yea thy testimonies are my delyght: and my counsaylers.
28My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.
13When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
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.
5Why 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.
20Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which seate maketh wrong to be enacted for a law?
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
20Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
19He brought me also foorth into a place of libertie: he brought me foorth, because he had a fauour vnto me.
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.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
4For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.
5O God howe glorious are thy workes? thy thoughtes are very depe.
5Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.
20For he brought me out into roomth: he deliuered me, because he had a fauour vnto me.
47And my delyght shalbe in thy commaundementes: which I haue loued.
27If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
9And my soule shalbe ioyfull in God: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
3In the day of myne aduersitie I called vpon thee, and thou heardest me: thou enduedst my soule more and more with strength.
11Why 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.
174I haue longed for thy saluation O God: and thy lawe is my whole delight
9Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.
23Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
3But all my delyght is to do good vnto the saintes that are in the earth: and vnto such as excell in vertue.
16My delyght shalbe in thy statutes: and I wyll not forget thy worde.
7I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
20My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
54Thy statutes haue ben my songes: in the house of my pilgrimages.
7Thou hast put gladnesse in my heart: since the time that their corne and wine increased.