Psalms 51:12
O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
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7O reconcile me with Isope, and I shal be clene: wash thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
8Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
9Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
10Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
11Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
13Then shal I teach thy wayes vnto the wicked, that synners maye be conuerted vnto the.
14Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
11Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
10Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge sprete lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuousnesse.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
6Wilt thou not turne agayne, & quycken vs, that thy people maye reioyse in the?
7Shew us thy mercy, O Lord: and grant vs thy salvation.
9But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
1Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
28Thou hast shewed me the wayes of life, thou shalt make me full of ioye with thy countenaunce.
1Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
2Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
13O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
5But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
5Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
11Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
23My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
12Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
16Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
41Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
8And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
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.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
9My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
4Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
12Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
14That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.
21My lippes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the:
20He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.
13Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
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.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
50For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
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.
11But as for me I will walke innocently: O delyuer me, and be mercifull vnto me.
11For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy saynte to se corrupcion. Thou hast shewed me the wayes off life: thou shalt make me full of ioye wt thy countenaunce. At thy right hande there is pleasure and ioye for euermore.
2Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.