Psalms 62:1
My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
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5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
6 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
8 Oput yor trust in him allwaye (ye people) poure out yor hertes before him, for God is oure hope.
2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
9 My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
20 Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.
7 Sela. 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.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
25 O how good is the LORDE vnto the, that put their trust in him, and to the soule that seketh after him?
26 O how good is it with stilnesse to wate and tarie, for the health of the LORDE?
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
7 Neuerthelesse I wil loke vp vnto ye LORDE, I wil paciently abyde God my sauioure: my God shal heare me.
2 Beholde, God is my health, in whom I trust, and am not afrayde. For the LORDE God is my strength, and my prayse, he also shalbe my refuge.
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.
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
3 God is my strength, in him wyl I put my trust: my shylde & the horne of my saluacion, my defence & my refuge, my Sauioure, thou shalt helpe me from violent wronge.
21 Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
5 Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe.
1 I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
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.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
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.
1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.