Psalms 119:25
My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
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28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
149 Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
154 Manteyne thou my cause and defende me, quycken me acordinge vnto thy worde.
40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
41 Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
159 Considre (LORDE) how I loue thy comaundementes, O quycken me wt thy louinge kyndnesse.
88 O quycke me after yi louinge kyndnes, & so shall I kepe the testimonies of thy mouth.
50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
25 For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
37 O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanite, & quicke me in thy waie.
175 Oh let my soule lyue & prayse the, yt thy iudgmentes maye helpe me.
156 Greate is thy mercy (o LORDE) quycken me as thou art wont.
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.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
26 I knowleged my wayes, & thou herdest me, O teach me then thy statutes.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
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?
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?
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
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.
1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
9 Where withall shall a yonge man clense his waye? Euen by rulinge himself after thy worde.
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.
116 O stablish me acordinge vnto thy worde, yt I maye lyue, & let me not be disapoynted of my hope.
3 When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
93 I wil neuer forget thy comaundementes, for with the thou quyckenest me.
169 Let my coplaynte come before the (o LORDE) geue me vnderstondinge, acordinge vnto thy worde.
170 Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
17 O do well vnto thy seruaunt, that I maye lyue and kepe thy wordes.
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
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.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
129 Thy testimonies are wonderfull, therfore doth my soule kepe them.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.