Psalms 77:6
I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
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6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
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,
5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
7 The lott is fallen vnto me in a fayre grounde, yee I haue a goodly heretage.
3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.
8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
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.
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.
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.
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.
4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
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.
55 I thynke vpon thy name (o LORDE) in the night season, and kepe thy lawe.
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
7 They haue layed a nett for my fete, & pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pyt before me, and are fallen in to it them selues.
8 Sela. My hert is ready (o God) my hert is ready, to synge and geue prayse.
3 I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
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.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
1 By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
13 with a vision in the night, when men are fallen a slepe.
16 When I applied my mynde to lerne wy?dome, and to knowe the trauayle that is in the worlde (and that of soch a fashion, yt I suffred not myne eyes to slepe nether daye ner night)
1 O God, my hert is ready to synge, & to geue prayse.
2 Awake (o my glory) awake lute & harpe, I my selfe will awake right early.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
148 Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.
7 Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
2 Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.
10 For soch one neuer sayeth: Where is God that made me? ad yt shyneth vpon vs, that we might prayse him in the night?
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
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.
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.
25 I applied my mynde also vnto knowlege, and to seke out sciece, wisdome and vnderstondinge: to knowe the foolishnesse of the vngodly, and the erroure of dotinge fooles.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.