Psalms 77:10
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.
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.
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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.
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
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.
19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
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 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.
23 Neuerthelesse, I am allwaye by the, thou holdest me by my right hande.
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.
5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
5 Yf I forget the (o Ierusalem) let my right hande be forgotten.
6 Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
17 Let thy honde be vpon the man of thy right honde, & vpon the man who thou maydest so moch off for thine owne self.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
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.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
16 Forsake me not (o God) in myne olde age, when I am gray headed: vntill I haue shewed thyne arme vnto childers children, & thy power to all them that are yet for to come.
17 Thy rightuousnes (o God) is very hie, thou that doest greate thinges: o God, who is like vnto the?
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.
8 I wil thanke the LORDE for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also haue chastened me in the night season.
16 The right hande of the LORDE hath the preemynence, the right hade of the LORDE hath gotte the victory.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
12 Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
13 Thou hast made the north and the south, Tabor and Hermon shal reioyse in thy name.
1 Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
1 Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie).
3 O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
42 They turned backe & tempted God, and moued the holy one in Israel.
26 My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
27 When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
10 I beleued, and therfore haue I spoke, but I was sore troubled.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
109 My soule is allwaye in my hode, yet do not I forget thy lawe.
16 Then thought I to vnderstonde this, but it was to harde for me.