Psalms 119:20
My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
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39 Take awaye the rebuke yt I am afraied of, for thy iudgmetes are amiable.
40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
8 Therfore (LORDE) we haue a respecte vnto the waye of thy iudgmentes, thy name and thy remebraunce reioyse the soule.
9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
175 Oh let my soule lyue & prayse the, yt thy iudgmentes maye helpe me.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
167 My soule kepeth thy testimonies, & loueth the exceadingly.
25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
120 My flesh trebleth for feare of the, and I am afrayed of thy iudgmetes.
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.
43 O take not ye worde of treuth vtterly out of my mouth, for my hope is in thy iudgmentes.
156 Greate is thy mercy (o LORDE) quycken me as thou art wont.
143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
159 Considre (LORDE) how I loue thy comaundementes, O quycken me wt thy louinge kyndnesse.
160 Thy worde is true from euerlastinge, all the iudgmentes of thy rightuousnesse endure for euermore.
149 Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
18 Open thou myne eyes, & so shal I spie out wonderous thinges in yi lawe.
19 I am a strauger vpo earth, O hyde not thy commaundementes fro me.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
108 Let the frewil offeringes of my mouth please the (o LORDE) & teach me yi iudgmetes.
109 My soule is allwaye in my hode, yet do not I forget thy lawe.
5 O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes.
5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
129 Thy testimonies are wonderfull, therfore doth my soule kepe them.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
136 Myne eyes gusshe out with water, because men kepe not thy lawe.
76 O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
77 O let thy louynge mercies come vnto me, that I maye lyue, for thy lawe is my delyte.
97 O what a loue haue I vnto thy lawe? all the daye longe is my talkynge of it.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
164 Seuen tymes a daye do I prayse the, because of thy rightuous iudgmentes.
34 O geue me vnderstondinge, and I shal kepe yi lawe, yee I shal kepe it with my whole herte.
35 Lede me in the path of thy commaundemetes, for that is my desyre,
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
84 How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? Whe wilt thou be auenged of my aduersaries?
52 I remembre thy euerlastinge iudgmentes (o LORDE) and am comforted.
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.
172 Yee my toge shall synge of thy worde, for all thy comaundemetes are right.