Psalms 131:2
I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
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1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
13 Then shulde I now haue lyen still, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at rest:
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
2 And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for 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.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
14 I haue longe holden my peace (saieth the LORDE) shulde I therfore be still, and kepe sylence for euer? I will crie like a trauelinge woman, and once wil I destroye, and deuoure.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
2 Out of the mouth of the very babes & sucklinges thou hast ordened prayse, because of thine enemies, yt thou mightest destroye the enemie and the auenger.
6 My soule hath loge dwelt amonge them, that be enemies vnto peace.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
10 Be still the & confesse yt I am God: I wil be exalted amonge the Heithe, & I wil be exalted vpon earth.
2 he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
17 Yf the LORDE had not helped me, my soule had allmost bene put to sylence.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
18 And my people shal dwel in the ynnes of peace, in my tabernacle and pleasure, where there is ynough in the all.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
20 Considre (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.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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.
6 I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
16 Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.
9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
3 For when I myself was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother,
18 (for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
13 For like as a childe is comforted of his mother, so shal I conforte you, and ye shalbe comforted in Ierusalem.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
14 For the LORDE hath chosen Sio, to be an habitacio for him self hath he chosen her.
5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
7 And therfore ye whole worlde is now at rest and quyetnesse, & men synge for ioye.
11 Whan I was a childe, I spake as a childe, I vnderstode as a childe, I ymagined as a childe. But as soone as I was a man, I put awaye childishnes.
25 For I shall fede the hongrie soule, and refresh all faynte hertes.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
8 Therfore wil I laye me downe in peace, & take my rest: for thou LORDE only settest me in a sure dwellynge.
16 O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.