Psalms 137:5
Yf I forget the (o Ierusalem) let my right hande be forgotten.
Yf I forget the (o Ierusalem) let my right hande be forgotten.
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6 Yf I do not remembre the, let my tonge cleue to the rofe of my mouth: yee yf I preferre not Ierusalem in my myrth.
7 Remembre the childre of Edom (o LORDE) in the daye of Ierusalem, how they sayde: downe with it, downe with it, eue to the grounde.
14 Then shal Sion saye: God hath forsaken me, and the LORDE hath forgotte me.
15 Doth a wife forget the childe of hir wombe, ad the sonne who she hath borne? And though she do forget, yet wil not I forget the.
16 Beholde, I haue written the vp vpon my hondes, thy walles are euer in my sight.
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.
4 How shal we synge the LORDES songe in a strauge lode?
8 Amede the (o Ierusalem) lest I with drawe my herte from the, and make the desolate: & thy londe also, yt no man dwel in it.
20 That thou smytest vs so in the place of the serpet, & couerest vs with ye shadowe of death.
109 My soule is allwaye in my hode, yet do not I forget thy lawe.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
32 Doth a mayden forget hir raymet, or a bryde hir stomacher? And doth my people forget me so loge?
20 Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?
39 Beholde therfore, I will repute you as a burthen, and will cast you out of my presence: yee and the cite also, that I gaue you and youre fathers:
40 and will bringe you to an euerlastinge confucion, and in to soch a shame, as shal neuer be forgotten.
5 Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
50 Ye that haue escaped the swearde, haist you, stode not still, remembre the LORDE afarre of: and thinke vpon Ierusalem,
5 Who shal then haue pite vpon the, o Ierusalem? Who shal be sory for the? Or who shal make intercession, to opteyne peace for the?
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
12 Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
1 By the waters of Babilon we sat downe and wepte, when we remebred Sion.
16 In that tyme it shall be sayed to Ierusalem: feare not, and to Sion: let not thine hondes be slacke,
7 Now doth Ierusalem remembre the tyme of hir misery & disobedience, yee the ioye & pleasure yt she hath had in tymes past: seynge hir people is brought downe thorow the power of their enemie, & there is no man for to helpe her: hir enemies stode lokinge at her and laugh hir Sabbath dayes to scorne.
3 O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:
6 O praye for the peace of Ierusale, they shal prospere that loue the.
6 I wil set watchme vpo thy walles (o Ierusalem) which shall nether ceasse daye nor night, to preach ye LORDE. And ye also shall not kepe him close,
17 Let thy honde be vpon the man of thy right honde, & vpon the man who thou maydest so moch off for thine owne self.
139 My zele hath euen consumed me, because myne enemies haue forgotten thy wordes.
10 Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye.
5 The LORDE himself is thy keper, the LORDE is thy defence vpon yi right honde.
3 His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande embraceth me.
2 Oure fete shal stonde in thy gates, O Ierusalem.
11 Oh God, how loge shal the aduersary do this dishonoure, how loge shal the enemie blaspheme thy name? foreuer?
5 Sela. That thy beloued might be delyuered, helpe them with thy right hande, and heare me.
8 The LORDE shal make good for me, yee thy mercy (o LORDE) endureth for euer: despyse not then the worke of thine owne handes.
7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.
176 I go astraye, like a shepe that is lost: Oh seke thy seruaunt, for I do not forget thy commaundementes.
16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I will not forget thy wordes.
16 The right hande of the LORDE hath the preemynence, the right hade of the LORDE hath gotte the victory.
16 Take thy lute (saie men to her) and go aboute the citie, thou art yet an vnknowne wensche, make pastyme with dyuerse balettes, wherby thou mayest come in to acquantaunce.
17 For the voyce of the slaunderer & blasphemer, for the enemie and auenger.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
22 O considre this, ye that forget God: lest I plucke you awaie, and there be none to delyuer you.
14 Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
21 Cosidre this (o Iacob and Israel) for thou art my seruaut. I haue made the, that thou mightest serue me. O Israel, forget me not.
1 Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble.