Psalms 119:82
Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
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123Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
81My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
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.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
49O thynke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge yi worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
50For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
147Early in ye mornynge do I crie vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust.
148Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
7My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
136Myne eyes gusshe out with water, because men kepe not thy lawe.
131I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
16Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
76O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
20My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
2My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
3Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
49Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
50O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?
4Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
83For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.
84How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? Whe wilt thou be auenged of my aduersaries?
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.
9My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
15Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
2My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
22From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
18Open thou myne eyes, & so shal I spie out wonderous thinges in yi lawe.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
74They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
17Therfore oure hert is full of heuynesse, & oure eyes dymme:
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
17Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer waitynge vpon a people, that can do vs no good,
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
11Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorow wepinge, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the children and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cite.
1Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
37O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanite, & quicke me in thy waie.