Psalms 143:5
Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
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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.
11 Therfore wil I remembre the workes of the LORDE, and call to mynde thy wonders of olde tyme.
12 I wil speake of all thy workes, and my talkynge shalbe of thy doinges.
5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
25 Thou LORDE in the begynnynge hast layed ye foundacion of the earth, and the heauens are the workes of thy hondes.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
5 As for me I wil be talkige of thy worshipe, thy glory, thy prayse and woderous workes.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
5 O LORDE, how glorious are thy workes, thy thoughtes are very depe.
5 Remembre the maruelous workes that he hath done, his wonders and the iudgmentes of his mouth.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
6 Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
15 I wil exercise my self in thy comaundementes, & haue respecte vnto thy fotepathes.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
52 I remembre thy euerlastinge iudgmentes (o LORDE) and am comforted.
7 When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
73 Thy hades haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstondinge, that I maye lerne thy commaundementes.
3 For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.
17 Thy rightuousnes (o God) is very hie, thou that doest greate thinges: o God, who is like vnto the?
4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
48 My hondes also will I lift vp vnto thy commaundemetes which I loue, & my talkynge shalbe of thy statutes.
49 O thynke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge yi worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
5 O LORDE my God, greate are yi wonderous workes which thou hast done: & in thy thoughtes towarde vs there maye none be lickened vnto the.
1 O Lorde, thou art my God, I wil prayse the, and magnifie yi name: For thou bringest marvelous thinges to passe, acordinge to thine olde councels, truly and stedfastly.
5 Yf I forget the (o Ierusalem) let my right hande be forgotten.
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.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
1 Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
12 Remebre his maruelous workes that he hath done, his wonders, and the iudgmetes of his mouth.
17 And the glorious maiesty of the LORDE oure God be vpon vs: O prospere thou the worke of oure hondes vpon vs, o prospere thou oure hondy worke.
8 Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
28 But it is good for me, to holde me fast by God, to put my trust in the LORDE God, and to speake of all thy workes.
27 Make me to vnderstonde the waye of thy commaundemetes, & so shal I talke of thy wonderous workes.
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
17 How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
5 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
2 O let youre songes be of him: prayse him, and let youre talkynge be of all his wonderous workes.
15 Yf thou woldest but call me, I shulde obeie the: only despyse not the worke of thine owne hondes.
10 And thou LORDE in ye begynnynge hast layed the foundacion of the earth, and ye heaues are the workes of thy handes,
24 O considre how greate and excellent his workes be, whom all men loaue and prayse:
59 I call myne owne wayes to remembraunce, and turne my fete in to thy testimonies.
1 Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble.