Psalms 63:6
My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
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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.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
148 Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
55 I thynke vpon thy name (o LORDE) in the night season, and kepe thy lawe.
5 Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
62 At mydnight stonde I vp, to geue thakes vnto the, for the iudgmentes of thy rightuousnesse.
13 with a vision in the night, when men are fallen a slepe.
6 I wil set watchme vpo thy walles (o Ierusalem) which shall nether ceasse daye nor night, to preach ye LORDE. And ye also shall not kepe him close,
1 By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
11 Therfore wil I remembre the workes of the LORDE, and call to mynde thy wonders of olde tyme.
12 I wil speake of all thy workes, and my talkynge shalbe of thy doinges.
26 When I herde this, I came agayne to myself, and mused, like as I had bene waked out of a swete slepe.
7 The lott is fallen vnto me in a fayre grounde, yee I haue a goodly heretage.
7 When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
2 To tell of thy louynge kyndnesse early in the mornynge, and of thy trueth in the night season.
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.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
3 I wil not come within the tabernacle of my house, ner clymme vp i to my bedde.
4 I wil not suffre myne eyes to slepe, ner myne eye lyddes to slober.
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.
1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
18 Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
22 That they maye lede the where thou goest, preserue the when thou art aslepe, & yt when thou awakest, thou mayest talke of the
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.
19 In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
34 O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.
4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
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.
15 I wil exercise my self in thy comaundementes, & haue respecte vnto thy fotepathes.
16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I will not forget thy wordes.
15 In dreames and visions of the night season (when slombrynge cometh vpo me, that they fall a slepe in their beddes)
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
6 Yf I do not remembre the, let my tonge cleue to the rofe of my mouth: yee yf I preferre not Ierusalem in my myrth.
8 Therfore wil I laye me downe in peace, & take my rest: for thou LORDE only settest me in a sure dwellynge.
4 Remembre vs (o LORDE) acordinge to the fauoure that thou bearest vnto thy people: o vyset vs wt thy sauinge health.
3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.