Psalms 27:13
Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
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14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
17 Yf the LORDE had not helped me, my soule had allmost bene put to sylence.
18 When I sayde: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (o LORDE) helde me vp.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
9 I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge.
10 I beleued, and therfore haue I spoke, but I was sore troubled.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
17 I wil not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the LORDE.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
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.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
1 If the LORDE had not bene of oure syde (now maye Israel saye) Yf the LORDE had not bene of oure syde, whe me rose vp agaynst vs:
2 They had swalowed vs vp quycke, when they were so wrothfully displeased at vs.
12 Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
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.
5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
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.
81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
21 O how greate and manifolde is thy good, which thou haist hyd for them that feare ye? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their trust in the, euen before the sonnes of men?
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
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.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
25 O how good is the LORDE vnto the, that put their trust in him, and to the soule that seketh after him?
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
16 Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
7 The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
6 Oh let thy louynge kyndnes & mercy folowe me all the dayes off my life, that I maye dwell in the house off the LORDE for euer.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
3 Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shal not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet wil I put my trust in him.
1 The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
7 For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies.
24 Neuertheles, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the. O loue the LORDE (all ye his sayntes) for the LORDE preserueth the faithfull, and plenteously rewardeth he the proude doer. Be stroge therfore & take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put youre trust in the LORDE.
19 That he maye delyuer their soules from death, and to fede them in the deare tyme.