Psalms 42:8
I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
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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.
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.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
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.
2 To tell of thy louynge kyndnesse early in the mornynge, and of thy trueth in the night season.
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.
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.
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?
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
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?
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.
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.
7 The lott is fallen vnto me in a fayre grounde, yee I haue a goodly heretage.
2 and he sayde. The LORDE is my stony rock, & my castell, and my delyuerer.
4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue 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.
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
10 For soch one neuer sayeth: Where is God that made me? ad yt shyneth vpon vs, that we might prayse him in the night?
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.
59 And these wordes wherwith I haue made my peticion before the LORDE, come nye vnto the LORDE oure God daye and nighte, that he maye execute iudgment for his seruaunt and for his people of Israel, euery one at his tyme:
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
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.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
29 For thou O LORDE art my lanterne. The LORDE shal lighte my darknesse.
7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
2 That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue.
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
3 Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.