Psalms 119:74
They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
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75 I knowe (o LORDE) yt thy iudgmentes are right, and yt thou of very faithfulnesse hast caused me be troubled.
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.
78 Let the proude be confounded, which handle so falsly agaynst me.
79 But let soch as feare the, & knowe thy testimonies, be turned vnto me.
114 Thou art my defence & shylde, my trust is in thy worde.
166 LORDE, I loke for yi sauynge health, & do after thy comaundemetes.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
49 O thynke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge yi worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
116 O stablish me acordinge vnto thy worde, yt I maye lyue, & let me not be disapoynted of my hope.
38 O stablish thy worde in thy seruaunt, yt I maye feare the.
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.
41 Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
42 That I maye geue answere vnto my blasphemers, for my trust is in yi worde.
43 O take not ye worde of treuth vtterly out of my mouth, for my hope is in thy iudgmentes.
32 This shal please the LORDE better then a bullocke, that hath hornes & hoffes.
174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
120 My flesh trebleth for feare of the, and I am afrayed of thy iudgmetes.
18 Beholde, the eye of the LORDE loketh vnto them that feare him, & put their trust in his mercy.
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?
11 But the LORDES delyte is in them that feare him, and put their trust in his mercy.
63 I am a companyon of all them that feare the, and kepe thy commaundementes.
7 The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
47 My delite shalbe in thy commaundementes, which I loue.
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.
147 Early in ye mornynge do I crie vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust.
73 Thy hades haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstondinge, that I maye lerne thy commaundementes.
4 Thy children like the olyue braunches roude aboute yi table.
158 It greueth me, whan I se, that the transgressours kepe not thy lawe.
16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I will not forget thy wordes.
5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
4 I wil comforte my self in Gods worde, yee I wil hope in God, and not feare: What can flesh then do vnto me?
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
14 Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
19 Let me not be confounded (o LORDE) for I call vpon the: let the vngodly rather be put to confucion, and brought vnto the hell.
6 So shulde I not be confounded, whyle I haue respecte vnto all thy commaundementes.
53 I am horribly afrayed for ye vngodly, that forsake thy lawe.
22 Let thy mercifull kyndnesse (o LORDE) be vpon vs, like as we put oure trust in the.
17 Be not now terrible vnto me (o LORDE) for thou art he, in whom I hope, when I am in parell.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
26 Therfore dyd my hert reioyse, and my tunge was glad: For my flesh also shal rest in hope.
9 Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
1 Blessed is the man yt feareth the LORDE, & hath greate delite in his commaundementes.
14 I haue as greate delite in the waye of thy testimonies, as in all maner of riches.