Psalms 119:50
For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
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107I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
74They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
75I knowe (o LORDE) yt thy iudgmentes are right, and yt thou of very faithfulnesse hast caused me be troubled.
76O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
77O let thy louynge mercies come vnto me, that I maye lyue, for thy lawe is my delyte.
153O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.
154Manteyne thou my cause and defende me, quycken me acordinge vnto thy worde.
49O thynke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge yi worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
19In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
81My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
82Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
143Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
52I remembre thy euerlastinge iudgmentes (o LORDE) and am comforted.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
40Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
41Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
42That I maye geue answere vnto my blasphemers, for my trust is in yi worde.
43O take not ye worde of treuth vtterly out of my mouth, for my hope is in thy iudgmentes.
159Considre (LORDE) how I loue thy comaundementes, O quycken me wt thy louinge kyndnesse.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
92Yf my delyte were not in thy lawe, I shulde perishe in my trouble.
93I wil neuer forget thy comaundementes, for with the thou quyckenest me.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
71It is good for me that I haue bene in trouble, that I maye lerne thy statutes.
88O quycke me after yi louinge kyndnes, & so shall I kepe the testimonies of thy mouth.
149Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
67Before I was troubled, I wente wronge, but now I kepe thy worde.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
156Greate is thy mercy (o LORDE) quycken me as thou art wont.
116O stablish me acordinge vnto thy worde, yt I maye lyue, & let me not be disapoynted of my hope.
18The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
170Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
174I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
11Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
58I make myne humble peticion in thy presence wt my whole herte, o be mercifull vnto me acordinge vnto yi worde.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
56It is myne owne, for I kepe thy commaundementes.
20Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
21My lippes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the:
16Verely (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.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
20Considre (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.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
114Thou art my defence & shylde, my trust is in thy worde.
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
38O stablish thy worde in thy seruaunt, yt I maye feare the.
17O do well vnto thy seruaunt, that I maye lyue and kepe thy wordes.
162I am as glad of thy worde, as one yt fyndeth greate spoyles.