Psalms 42:4
Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
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2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
3 Oh sende out yi light & thy trueth, yt they maye lede me & brynge me vnto thy holy hill and to thy dwellinge.
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.
5 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 geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
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.
8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
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.
1 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?
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.
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.
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.
1 I was glad, when they sayde vnto me: we wil go in to the house of the LORDE.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
14 Let death come hastely vpon them, and let them go downe quick into hell, for wickednes is amonge them in their dwellinges.
4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
1 I 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.
2 When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
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.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
19 In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
1 By the waters of Babilon we sat downe and wepte, when we remebred Sion.
19 in the courtes of the LORDES house, eue in the myddest of the, o Ierusalem. Halleluya.
1 Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble.
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.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
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.
25 I wil prayse the in the greate congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sight off all the that feare the.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
13 Therfore will I go into thy house wt bretofferinges, to paye the my vowes,
14 which I promised wt my lippes, and spake with my mouth, when I was in trouble.
16 Sela. O come hither and herke (all ye that feare God) I wil tell you, what he hath done for my soule.
54 Thy statutes are my songes in the house of my pilgremage.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
4 How shal we synge the LORDES songe in a strauge lode?