Psalms 62:7
In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
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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.
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.
2 and he sayde. The LORDE is my stony rock, & my castell, and my delyuerer.
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.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
3 The sorowes of death copassed me, & the brokes of vngodlynes made me afrayed.
47 The LORDE lyueth, and blessed be my God, and magnified be the strength of my health.
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
22 But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
46 The straunge children are waxe olde, and go haltinge out of their pathes.
8 Oput yor trust in him allwaye (ye people) poure out yor hertes before him, for God is oure hope.
32 For where is there a God, excepte ye LORDE? Or who hath eny strength without oure God?
33 God hath stregthed me with power, and made playne a perfecte waye for 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.
3 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
2 My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me.
7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
14 The LORDE is my stregth, & my songe, & is become my saluacion.
16 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
17 Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
1 In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
31 For who is God, but the LORDE? Or, who hath eny strength, but oure God?
32 It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte.
11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
7 O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll.
1 The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
26 I wil set his honde in the see, and his right honde in the floudes.
9 My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
7 Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.
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 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
4 I wil comforte my self in Gods worde, yee I wil hope in God, and not feare: What can flesh then do vnto me?
10 thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.
15 That they maye shewe, how true the LORDE my stregth is, and that there is no vnrightuousnesse in him.
2 The LORDE is my strength, and my songe, and is become my saluacion. This is my God, I wil magnifie him: He is my fathers God, I wil exalte him.
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
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?
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.