Psalms 63:1
O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
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6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
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?
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
7 In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
25 O what is there prepared for me in heauen? there is nothinge vpo earth, that I desyre in comparison of the.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
15 Loke downe then from heaue, and beholde the dwellinge place of thy sanctuary & thy glory. How is it, yt thy gelousy, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies and thy louynge kyndnesse, wyl not be entreated of vs?
5 I toke diligent hede of the in the wildernesse that drye londe.
25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1 By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
5 Hongrie & thirstie, & their soule faynted in the.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
4 That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
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?
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
17 When the thurstie and poore seke water & fynde none, & when their tunge is drie of thurst: I geue it them, saieth the LORDE. I the God of Israel forsake them not.