Psalms 130:6
My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
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5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
20 Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.
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.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
25 O how good is the LORDE vnto the, that put their trust in him, and to the soule that seketh after him?
26 O how good is it with stilnesse to wate and tarie, for the health of the LORDE?
147 Early in ye mornynge do I crie vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust.
148 Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.
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?
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
7 Let Israel trust in the LORDE, for with the LORDE there is mercy and plenteous redempcion.
9 My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
2 Beholde, euen as the eyes of seruautes loke vnto the handes of their masters: and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the handes of hir mastresse, euen so oure eyes wayte vpon the LORDE or God, vntill he haue mercy vpo vs.
17 Thus I waite vpon the LORDE, that hath turned his face from the house of Iacob, and I loke vnto him.
8 Therfore (LORDE) we haue a respecte vnto the waye of thy iudgmentes, thy name and thy remebraunce reioyse the soule.
9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
21 Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the.
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.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
7 Neuerthelesse I wil loke vp vnto ye LORDE, I wil paciently abyde God my sauioure: my God shal heare me.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
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?
2 LORDE be merciful vnto vs, we wait for the. Thine arme is at a poynte to vyset vs, but be thou oure health in the tyme of trouble.
2 I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
3 But I refrayne my soule and kepe it lowe, like as a childe yt is weened from his mother, yee my soule is euen as a weened childe. Let Israel trust in the LORDE, fro this tyme forth for euermore.
14 Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
18 Yet stondeth the LORDE waitinge, that he maye haue mercy vpon you, and lifteth him self vp, that he maye receaue you to grace. For the LORDE God is rightuous. Happie are all thei that wate for him.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
5 Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe.
174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.