Psalms 118:18
The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
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17 I wil not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the LORDE.
19 Open me the gates of rightuousnes, yt I maye go in there thorow, & geue thakes vnto 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.
9 I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
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.
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.
4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
1 Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
21 For I haue kepte the wayes of the LORDE, & haue not behaued myself wickedly agaynst my God.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
8 I will be glad and reioyse in thy mercy: for thou hast considred my trouble, thou hast knowne my soule in aduersite.
24 Therfore chaste thou vs (o LORDE) but with fauoure, and not in thy wrath, bringe vs not vtterly to naught.
16 Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
12 Blessed is the ma, whom thou lernest (o LORDE) and teachest him in thy lawe.
2 Yee many a tyme haue they fought agaist me fro my youth vp, but they haue not ouercome me.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
22 For I haue kepte ye waye of the LORDE, & haue not bene vngodly agaynst my God.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
19 Greate are ye troubles of the rightuous, but the LORDE delyuereth them out of all.
67 Before I was troubled, I wente wronge, but now I kepe thy worde.
50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
31 For so moch then as I haue begonne to talke of God, I wil not hyndre the.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
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.
13 Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
15 O LORDE, I am thy seruaunt, I am thy seruaunt,
18 But we will prayse the LORDE, from this tyme forth for euermore. Halleluya.
5 I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
6 The LORDE is my helper, I wil not feare what man doeth vnto me.
21 I thanke the, yt thou hast herde me, & art become my saluacio.
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.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
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.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.