Psalms 43:4
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.
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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5Why 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.
22& so wolde my soule, whom thou hast delyuered.
23My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
1Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
3Oh sende out yi light & thy trueth, yt they maye lede me & brynge me vnto thy holy hill and to thy dwellinge.
4Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
2I wil be glad & reioyse in the, yee my songes wil I make of thy name, o thou most hyest.
6And now hath he lift vp my heade aboue myne enemies, that copassed me rounde aboute.
11Why 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.
28Thou art my God, & I wil thanke the: thou art my God, and I wil prayse the.
8I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
33I will synge vnto the LORDE as longe as I lyue, I wil prayse my God whyle I haue my beinge.
34O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.
9That I maye synge a new songe vnto the (o God) & synge prayses vnto the vpon a tenstrynged lute,
1O God, my hert is ready to synge, & to geue prayse.
2Awake (o my glory) awake lute & harpe, I my selfe will awake right early.
12And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.
3Vpon an instrumet of ten strynges, vpon the lute and with a songe vpon the harpe.
4For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
1I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) with my whole hert, euen before the goddes wil I synge prayses vnto the.
12Vnto the (o God) wil I paye my vowes, vnto ye wil I geue thakes & prayse.
5As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
6O synge prayses, synge prayses vnto God: O synge prayses, synge prayses vnto oure kynge.
2My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
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.
2O put not yor trust in prynces, ner in the childe of man, for there is no helpe in the.
7They haue layed a nett for my fete, & pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pyt before me, and are fallen in to it them selues.
8Sela. My hert is ready (o God) my hert is ready, to synge and geue prayse.
1I was glad, when they sayde vnto me: we wil go in to the house of the LORDE.
29Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
30As for me, I am poore & in heuynesse, let thy helpe defende me, o God.
17As for me, I will geue thankes vnto the LORDE for his rightuousnes sake, and wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest.
18But as for me, I wil be glad in the LORDE, and will reioyce in God my Sauioure.
2I call vnto God ye most hyest, eue ye God yt shal helpe me vp agayne.
50For this cause wyl I geue thankes vnto the amonge the Heythen, and synge prayses vnto thy name.
7Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
7O synge vnto ye LORDE wt thankesgeuynge, synge prayses vpo ye harpe vnto or God.
3He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.
49It is he that delyuereth me fro my cruell enemies: thou shalt lift me vp from them that ryse agaynst me, thou shalt ryd me from the wicked man.
4I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
16As 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.
17Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
2Prayse the LORDE with harpe: synge psalmes vnto him with the lute and instrument of ten strynges.
14Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
5Shewe youre self ioyfull vnto the LORDE all ye londes, synge, reioyse and geue thankes.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.