Psalms 116:7
Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
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8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
6 The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
6 I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest)
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
4 Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
18 Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
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.
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule) & all that is within me prayse his holy name.
2 Prayse the LORDE o my soule, & forget not all his benefites.
12 What rewarde shal I geue vnto ye LORDE, for all the benefites yt he hath done vnto me?
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
17 Neuertheles my couersacion hath so pleased ye, that thou woldest not make an ende of my life, so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.
1 Lorde, thou barest a loue vnto thy londe, thou didest bringe agayne the captiuyte of Iacob.
2 I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
65 O LORDE, thou hast dealt frendly with thy seruaunt, acordinge vnto thy worde.
19 In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
8 Therfore wil I laye me downe in peace, & take my rest: for thou LORDE only settest me in a sure dwellynge.
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.
4 Which saueth thy life from destruccion, and crowneth the with mercy & louynge kyndnesse.
25 For I shall fede the hongrie soule, and refresh all faynte hertes.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
6 For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
7 Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.
5 Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.
1 Prayse the LORDE o my soule: O LORDE my God, thou art become exceadinge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure.
7 The LORDE preserueth the from all euell, yee it is the LORDE thath kepeth thy soule.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
9 Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
5 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
4 Remembre vs (o LORDE) acordinge to the fauoure that thou bearest vnto thy people: o vyset vs wt thy sauinge health.