Psalms 143:8
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.
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.
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2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
10 Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge sprete lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuousnesse.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
4 Shewe me thy wayes (o LORDE) & teach me thy pathes.
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.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
16 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
2 To tell of thy louynge kyndnesse early in the mornynge, and of thy trueth in the night season.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
3 Oh sende out yi light & thy trueth, yt they maye lede me & brynge me vnto thy holy hill and to thy dwellinge.
8 For there is no faithfulnesse in their mouthes: they dyssemble in their hertes:
3 Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
1 Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall.
11 For my father and my mother haue forsaken me, but the LORDE hath taken me vp. Shewe me thy waye O LORDE, and lede me in the right path, because of myne enemies.
8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
147 Early in ye mornynge do I crie vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust.
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
5 Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
3 For thy louynge kyndnesse is before myne eyes, and I walke in thy trueth.
76 O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
3 be thou my stronge rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
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?
2 Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
11 Lede me in thy waye (o LORDE) that I maye walke in thy trueth: O let my hert delyte in fearynge thy name.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
13 For thou hast delyuered my soule fro death, & my fete fro fallinge, yt I maye walke before God in ye light of ye lyuynge.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
149 Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
35 Lede me in the path of thy commaundemetes, for that is my desyre,