Psalms 8:4
Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?
Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?
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6But one in a certayne place witnesseth & sayeth: What is man, that thou art myndefull of him?or the sonne of man, that thou vysitest him?
7After thou haddest for a litle season made him lower the ye angels, thou crownedst him with honoure and glory, and hast set him aboue the workes of thy handes.
17What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
18Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him.
3LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
5After thou haddest for a season made him lower the the angels, thou crownedest him with honor & glory.
6Thou hast set him aboue the workes off thy hondes: thou hast put all thinges in subieccion vnder his fete.
3For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.
6How moch more the, ma, that is but corrupcion: and the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
3Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?
4Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
5Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
6that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
13yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
14What is man, that he shulde be vncleane? what hath he (which is borne of a woman) wherby he might be knowne to be rightuous?
6which humbleth himself, to beholde that is in heauen and earth?
17Let thy honde be vpon the man of thy right honde, & vpon the man who thou maydest so moch off for thine owne self.
47Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
24O considre how greate and excellent his workes be, whom all men loaue and prayse:
3Wherfore are we counted as beestes, & reputed so vyle in youre sight?
14For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust.
17Maye a man be iustified before God? Maye there eny man be iudged to be clene, by reason of his owne workes?
4Where wast thou, when I layed ye foundacions of the earth? Tell planely yff thou hast vnderstondinge.
14But seynge that God wil sytt in iudgment, what shal I do? And for so moch as he wil nedes vyset me, what answere shal I geue him?
22Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?
1O Lorde oure gouernoure: how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? how excellent is thy glory aboue the heauens?
11A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
4Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
3Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
19This O LORDE God hast thou thoughte to litle also, but hast spoken of the house of thy seruaunt yet loge for to come. O LORDE God, is that the lawe of men?
4My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
2The LORDE loked downe fro heaue vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny, that wolde vnderstonde & seke after God. But they are all gone out of the waye, they are alltogether become vnprofitable: there is none that doth good, no not one.
2God loked downe from heauen vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny that wolde vnderstonde, or seke after God.
3Thou turnest man to destruccion, Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye children of men.
8Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
9O remembre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the earth, and shalt brynge me to earth agayne.
2O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
17And this (O God) hast thou thoughte yet to litle, but hast spoken of thy seruauntes house yet longe for to come. And thou LORDE God hast loked downe vpon me from aboue, euen as one man loketh vpon another.
18What more shal Dauid saye vnto the, yt thou bryngest yi seruaunt to soch honoure? Thou knowest thy seruaunt
14Thou makest men as the fish in the see, and like as the crepinge beestes, that haue no gyde.
25Thou LORDE in the begynnynge hast layed ye foundacion of the earth, and the heauens are the workes of thy hondes.
12Now because yt God is hyer the the heauens, & because thou seist yt the starres are so hye,
21Who knoweth the sprete of man yt goeth vpwarde, and the breth of the beest yt goeth downe in to the earth?
20I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
12Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
17How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
14My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke: