Psalms 119:81
My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
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82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
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.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
166 LORDE, I loke for yi sauynge health, & do after thy comaundemetes.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
116 O stablish me acordinge vnto thy worde, yt I maye lyue, & let me not be disapoynted of my hope.
114 Thou art my defence & shylde, my trust is in thy worde.
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.
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.
174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
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.
20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
146 Yee euen vpo the do I call, helpe me, and I shal kepe yi testimonies.
147 Early in ye mornynge do I crie vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust.
74 They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
80 O let my herte be vndefyled in thy statutes, that I be not ashamed.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
14 Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
5 I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
170 Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
13 Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
94 I am thine, oh helpe me, for I seke thy commaundementes.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
76 O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
154 Manteyne thou my cause and defende me, quycken me acordinge vnto thy worde.
109 My soule is allwaye in my hode, yet do not I forget thy lawe.