Psalms 25:1
Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
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4Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
1Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
1Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
1I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
1I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
8Oh 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.
20O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
2I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
1In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me.
5Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
3Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
58Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
7Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
13Haue 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.
1My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
1Be 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.
1In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
1Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
15Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
5I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.
1I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
2Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1O 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.
4Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
24The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
2O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.