Psalms 51:8
Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
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6 But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
7 O reconcile me with Isope, and I shal be clene: wash thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
10 Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
12 O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
22 A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
11 Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
2 Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
17 The sacrifice of God is a troubled sprete, a broken and a cotrite hert (o God) shalt thou not despise.
18 O be fauorable and gracious vnto Sion, that the walles of Ierusalem maye be buylded.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
28 Thou hast shewed me the wayes of life, thou shalt make me full of ioye with thy countenaunce.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
11 Greate plages shall ye vngodly haue, but who so putteth his trust in the LORDE, mercy shall compasse him on euery syde. Be glad (o ye rightuous) and reioyse in the LORDE, be ioyfull all ye that are true of herte.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
20 He kepeth all their bones, so yt not one of them is broken.
14 Heale me (o LORDE) and I shall be whole: saue thou me, and I shalbe saued, for thou art my prayse.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
30 Like as ye clearnesse of ye eyes reioyseth ye herte, so doth a good name fede ye bones.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
26 Therfore dyd my hert reioyse, and my tunge was glad: For my flesh also shal rest in hope.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
15 Comforte vs agayne, now after the tyme that thou hast plaged vs, and for the yeares wherin we haue suffred aduersite.
3 He healeth the contrite in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes.
7 Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.
13 A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
9 Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
21 My lippes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the:
17 Neuertheles my couersacion hath so pleased ye, that thou woldest not make an ende of my life, so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
21 Thy mouth shall he fyll with laughynge, ad thy lyppes with gladnesse.
8 so shal thy nauel be whole, and thy bones stronge.
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
6 Wilt thou not turne agayne, & quycken vs, that thy people maye reioyse in the?