Psalms 73:26
My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
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25 O what is there prepared for me in heauen? there is nothinge vpo earth, that I desyre in comparison of the.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
27 For lo, they that forsake the, shal perishe, thou destroyest all them that committe fornicacion agaynst the.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
9 For myne enemies speake agaynst me, & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their councell together, sayenge: God hath forsake him, persecute him, take him, for there is none to helpe him.
9 Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
4 Hope stil in the LORDE, for in the LORDE God is euerlastinge stregth.
5 Their drynkofferynges of bloude wil not I offre, nether make mencion of their name in my mouth.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
32 It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte.
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.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
33 God hath stregthed me with power, and made playne a perfecte waye for me.
1 I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or, is my flesh made of brasse?
26 Therfore dyd my hert reioyse, and my tunge was glad: For my flesh also shal rest in hope.
4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
24 Neuertheles, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the. O loue the LORDE (all ye his sayntes) for the LORDE preserueth the faithfull, and plenteously rewardeth he the proude doer. Be stroge therfore & take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put youre trust in the LORDE.
10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.
2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
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.
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.
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?
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
1 The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge.
23 Neuerthelesse, I am allwaye by the, thou holdest me by my right hande.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
1 In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
57 Thou art my porcion (o LORDE) I am purposed to kepe thy lawe.
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?