Jonah 2:7
When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
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2 and sayed: In my trouble I called vnto ye LORDE, and he herde me: out off the bely off hell I cried, and thou herdest my voyce.
3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,
4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
6 I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
7 Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
6 My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
3 When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
55 I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
2 Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.