Psalms 62:5
Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
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.
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.
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.
9 My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
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?
20 Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
6 My 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.
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.
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.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
4 Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
21 Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the.
5 I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.
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.
2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
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.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
7 Neuerthelesse I wil loke vp vnto ye LORDE, I wil paciently abyde God my sauioure: my God shal heare me.
3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
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?
17 Thus I waite vpon the LORDE, that hath turned his face from the house of Iacob, and I loke vnto him.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
7 Holde the still in ye LORDE, and abyde pacietly vpon him: but greue not thy self at one that hath prosperite, and lyueth in abhominacion.
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?
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
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.
11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
1 Thou (o God) art praysed in Sion, and vnto the is the vowe perfourmed.
1 Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,