Psalms 71:23
My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
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22 & so wolde my soule, whom thou hast delyuered.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
2 Let them geue thakes whom the LORDE hath redemed, & delyuered from the hande of the enemie.
171 My lippes shall speake of thy prayse, seynge thou hast taught me thy statutes.
14 That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.
24 for they are confounded & brought vnto shame, yt sought to do me euel.
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
16 yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
6 I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest)
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
12 And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.
26 Therfore dyd my hert reioyse, and my tunge was glad: For my flesh also shal rest in hope.
28 And as for my tonge, it shall be talkynge of thy rightuousnes and of thy prayse, all the daye longe.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
8 And he shal redeme Israel from all his synnes.
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
21 I thanke the, yt thou hast herde me, & art become my saluacio.
6 And now hath he lift vp my heade aboue myne enemies, that copassed me rounde aboute.
2 I wil be glad & reioyse in the, yee my songes wil I make of thy name, o thou most hyest.
30 As for me, I wil geue thankes vnto the LORDE with my mouth, and prayse him amonge the multitude.
25 I wil prayse the in the greate congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sight off all the that feare the.
12 I thanke the o LORDE my God, & wil prayse thy name for euer.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
5 Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.
17 I called vnto hi wt my mouth and gaue him prayses with my tuge.
2 My soule shall make hir boast in the LORDE: the poore oppressed shal heare therof, and be glad.
23 Be glad ye heauens, whom the LORDE hath made, let all yt is here beneth vpon the earth, be ioyfull. Reioyse ye mountaynes & woddes, with all the trees that are in you: for ye LORDE shal redeme Iacob, & shewe his glory vpon Israel.
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.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
15 Thou (o God) hast lerned me fro my youth vp vntill now, therfore wil I tell of yi wonderous workes.
1 O God, my hert is ready to synge, & to geue prayse.
7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
22 Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.
4 Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
7 Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
13 Synge vnto the LORDE, and prayse him, for he hath delyuered the soule off the oppressed, from the honde off the violent.
14 which I promised wt my lippes, and spake with my mouth, when I was in trouble.
3 He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.
18 So wil I geue ye thankes in the greate congregacion, & prayse the amonge moch people.
20 Delyuer vs (o LORDE) and we wil synge prayses in thy house, all the dayes of oure life.
1 I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) with my whole hert, euen before the goddes wil I synge prayses vnto the.