Psalms 119:158
It greueth me, whan I se, that the transgressours kepe not thy lawe.
It greueth me, whan I se, that the transgressours kepe not thy lawe.
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157 Many there are that trouble me, and persecute me, yet do not I swarue fro thy testimonies.
159 Considre (LORDE) how I loue thy comaundementes, O quycken me wt thy louinge kyndnesse.
67 Before I was troubled, I wente wronge, but now I kepe thy worde.
53 I am horribly afrayed for ye vngodly, that forsake thy lawe.
101 I refrayne my fete from euery euell waye, that I maye kepe thy wordes.
136 Myne eyes gusshe out with water, because men kepe not thy lawe.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
87 They haue almost made an ende of me vpon earth, but I forsake not thy commaundemetes.
110 The vngodly haue laied a snare for me, but yet swarue not I fro thy comaundemetes.
40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
161 The prynces persecute me without cause, but my herte stodeth in awe of thy wordes.
162 I am as glad of thy worde, as one yt fyndeth greate spoyles.
95 The vngodly laye wayte for me to destroye me, but I considre thy testimonies.
69 The proude ymagin lyes vpon me, but I kepe thy commaundemetes with my whole herte.
8 I wil kepe thy statutes, o forsake me not vtterly.
118 Thou treadest downe all the yt departe from thy statutes, for they ymagin but disceate.
143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
115 Awaye fro me ye wicked, I wil kepe the commaundementes of my God.
56 It is myne owne, for I kepe thy commaundementes.
78 Let the proude be confounded, which handle so falsly agaynst me.
167 My soule kepeth thy testimonies, & loueth the exceadingly.
168 I kepe thy comaundemetes & testimonies, for all my wayes are before the.
74 They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
148 Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
139 My zele hath euen consumed me, because myne enemies haue forgotten thy wordes.
150 They drawe nye yt of malice persecute me, & are farre fro yi lawe.
141 I am small and of no reputacio, yet do not I forget thy comaudementes.
58 I make myne humble peticion in thy presence wt my whole herte, o be mercifull vnto me acordinge vnto yi worde.
59 I call myne owne wayes to remembraunce, and turne my fete in to thy testimonies.
60 I make haist, and prolonge not the tyme, to kepe thy commaundemetes.
61 The congregacions of the vngodly haue robbed me, but I forget not thy lawe.
37 O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanite, & quicke me in thy waie.
21 Thou rebukest the proude, cursed are they that departe from thy commaundemetes
22 O turne fro me shame & rebuke, for I kepe thy testimonies.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
15 I wil exercise my self in thy comaundementes, & haue respecte vnto thy fotepathes.
16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I will not forget thy wordes.
5 O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes.
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.
51 The proude haue me greatly in derision, yet shrencke not I from thy lawe.
106 I haue sworne & am sted fastly purposed, to kepe the iudgmetes of thy rightuousnesse.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
155 Health is farre fro the vngodly, for they regarde not thy statutes.
153 O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.
17 I dwell not amonge the scorners, nether is my delyte therin: but I dwell only in the feare of thy honde, for thou hast fylled me with bytternes.
17 I am wroth wt hi for his couetousnes & lust, I smyte him, I hyde me, and am angrie, whe he turneth himself, and foloweth ye bywaye of his owne hert.
21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?