Isaiah 63:15
Loke downe then from heaue, and beholde the dwellinge place of thy sanctuary & thy glory. How is it, yt thy gelousy, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies and thy louynge kyndnesse, wyl not be entreated of vs?
Loke downe then from heaue, and beholde the dwellinge place of thy sanctuary & thy glory. How is it, yt thy gelousy, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies and thy louynge kyndnesse, wyl not be entreated of vs?
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1 O that thou woldest cleue the heauen in sonder, & come downe: that the mountaynes might melt awaye at thy presence,
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
14 The sprete of the LORDE led them, as a tame beast goeth in the felde. Thus (o God) hast thou led thy people, to make thy self a glorious name with all.
1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
12 Wilt thou not be intreated (LORDE) for all this? Wilt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?
16 Yet art thou or father: For Abraham knoweth vs not, nether is Israel acquanted with vs. But thou LORDE art oure father and redemer, and thy name is euer lastinge.
17 O LORDE wherfore hast thou led vs out of thy waye? wherfore hast thou hardened oure hertes, that we feare the not? Be at one with vs agayne, for thy seruauntes sake yt are of the generacio of thy heretage.
8 Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore?
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
3 That thou mightest come downe with thy wonderous straunge workes, then shulde the hilles melt at thy presence.
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
50 O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?
7 There is no man that calleth vpon thy name, that stondeth vp to take holde by the. Therfore hydest thou thy face from vs, and consumest vs, because of oure synnes.
19 For He loketh downe from his Sanctuary, out of the heauen doth the LORDE beholde the earth.
9 Be not to sore displeased (o LORDE) and kepe not oure offences to loge in thy remembraunce, but considre that we all are thy people.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
15 Loke downe from thy holy habitacion, from heauen, and blesse thy people of Israel, and ye londe that thou hast geuen vs, as thou swarest vnto oure fathers, a londe that floweth with mylke and hony.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
7 I will declare the goodnesse of the LORDE, yee and the prayse of the LORDE for all that he hath gyuen vs, for the greate good yt he hath done for Israel: which he hath gyuen them of his owne fauoure, & acordinge to the multitude of his louynge kindnesses.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
14 Turne ye agayne (thou God of hoostes) loke downe from heauen, beholde & viset this vynyarde.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
19 Hast thou then vtterly forsaken Iuda? (sayde I) Dost thou so abhorre Sio? Or hast thou so plaged vs, that we can be healed nomore? We loked for peace, and there cometh no good: for the tyme of health, & lo, here is nothinge but trouble.
12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
5 Thy mercy (O LORDE) reacheth vnto the heauen, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
18 Where is there soch a God as thou? that pardonest wickednes, and forgeuest the offences of the remnaunt of thine heretage? He kepeth not his wrath for euer. And why? his delyte is to haue compassion:
16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
3 Haue mercy vpo vs (o LORDE) haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed.
8 What greate thinges haue I geuen the, o Ephraim? how faithfully haue I defended the, o Israel? haue I dealt with the as with Adama? or haue I intreated the like Seboim? No, my hert is otherwise mynded. Yee my mercy is to feruent:
5 Stode vp o LORDE God of hoostes, thou God of Israel, to vyset all Heithen: be not mercifull vnto the yt offende of malicious wickednesse.
13 Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.
11 Oh God, how loge shal the aduersary do this dishonoure, how loge shal the enemie blaspheme thy name? foreuer?
16 (o LORDE) & done wickedly agaynst all thy rightuousnes: yet let thy wrothfull displeasure be turned awaye (I beseke the) from thy cite Ierusalem thy holy hill. And why? for oure synnes sake and for the wickednesse of oure forefathers: is Ierusalem and thy people abhorred, of all them that are aboute vs.
132 O loke thou vpon me, and be mercyfull, as thou vsest to do vnto those yt loue yi name.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
7 Doutles oure owne wickednesse rewarde vs: But LORDE do thou acordinge to yi name, though oure transgressions and synnes be many.
27 How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
1 Alas, how hath ye LORDE darckened the doughter of Sion so sore in his wrath? As for the honoure of Israel, he hath casten it downe from heauen: How happeneth it, that he remembred not his owne fote stole, when he was angrie?
16 Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
1 O God, thou yt hast cast vs out and scatred vs abrode, thou yt hast bene so sore displeased at vs, coforte vs agayne.
15 But thou (o LORDE God) art full of compassion and mercy, longesuffrynge, greate in goodnesse & trueth.
8 O remebre not oure olde synnes, but haue mercy vpon vs (& that soone) for we are come to greate mysery.