Psalms 43:5
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.
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.
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2My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
3Now 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.
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.
6My 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.
7The 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.
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,
10daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
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.
4That 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.
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?
7Sela. 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.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
14Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
5Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
2Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
3Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
1How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
2Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
15For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
1Be 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.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
1Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
2In 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.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
7Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
29Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
17Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
20Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
9Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
24The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
24Neuertheles, 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.
13For thou hast delyuered my soule fro death, & my fete fro fallinge, yt I maye walke before God in ye light of ye lyuynge.
1In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
5Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
17Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
19In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
1I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
5As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
4Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.