Psalms 42:1

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?

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  • Ps 84:1-2 : 1 O how amiable are yi dwelliges, thou LORDE of hoostes? 2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
  • Ps 119:131 : 131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
  • Ps 143:6-7 : 6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe. 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.
  • Ps 48:1 : 1 Greate is ye LORDE & hyelie to be praysed, in ye cite of or God, eue vpo his holy hill.
  • Ps 63:1-2 : 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. 2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
  • Ps 85:1 : 1 Lorde, thou barest a loue vnto thy londe, thou didest bringe agayne the captiuyte of Iacob.
  • Ps 46:1 : 1 In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
  • Isa 26:8-9 : 8 Therfore (LORDE) we haue a respecte vnto the waye of thy iudgmentes, thy name and thy remebraunce reioyse the soule. 9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.
  • Ps 47:1 : 1 O clappe youre hodes together (all ye people) O synge vnto God with the voyce of thakesgeuynge.
  • Ps 45:1 : 1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
  • Num 16:32 : 32 & the earth opened hir wouth, & swalowed the, wt their houses, & all the me yt were wt Corah, & all their substauce,
  • 1 Chr 25:1-5 : 1 And Dauid with the chefe captaynes sundered to the offices amonge ye childre of Assaph, Heman & Iedithun ye prophetes with harpes, psalteries & Cymbales, and they were nombred vnto the worke acordynge to their offyce. 2 Amonge the childre of Assaph was Sakur, Ioseph, Nethania, Asarela, childre of Assaph vnder Assaph which prophecyed besyde ye kynge. 3 Of Iedithun: The children of Iedithun were, Gedalia, Zori, Iesaia, Hasabia, Mathithia (Simei) these sixe vnder their father Iedithun wt harpes, whose prophecienge was to geue thankes and to praise the LORDE. 4 Of Heman: The children of Heman were Bukia, Mathania, Vsiel, Sebuel, Ierimoth, Hanania, Hanani, Eliatha, Gilthi, Romamthieser, Ia?baksa, Mallochi, Hothir and Mehesioth. 5 All these were the children of Hema the kynges Seer in the wordes of God to lyfte vp the horne: for God gaue Heman fourtene sonnes & thre daughters.
  • Ps 44:1 : 1 We haue herde with or eares (o God) or fathers haue tolde vs, what thou hast done in their tyme, of olde.

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  • Ps 42:2-7
    6 verses
    90%

    2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?

    3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.

    4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?

    5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.

    6 My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.

    7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.

  • 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.

  • Ps 143:6-7
    2 verses
    82%

    6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.

    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.

  • 2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.

  • 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

  • 131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.

  • 1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.

  • 20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.

  • 1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.

  • Ps 38:9-10
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    73%

    9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.

    10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.

  • 25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.

  • 21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.

  • 8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.

  • Ps 130:5-6
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    72%

    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.

  • 1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.

  • 40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.

  • 1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.

  • 1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.

  • Ps 42:9-11
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    72%

    9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,

    10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?

    11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.

  • 8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.

  • 24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.

  • 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 1 The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge.

  • 1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.

  • 11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    71%

    14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.

    15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

  • 9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.

  • 4 That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.

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    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

  • 10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.

  • 82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?

  • Ps 102:4-5
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    71%

    4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.

    5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.

  • 1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.

  • 5 Hongrie & thirstie, & their soule faynted in the.

  • 1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.

  • 1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.

  • 20 Yee the wylde beestes crie also vnto the: for the water ryuers are dryed vp, and the fyre hath consumed the pastures of the wyldernesse.

  • 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.