Psalms 84:2

Coverdale Bible (1535)

My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 42:1-2 : 1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God? 2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
  • Ps 73:26 : 26 My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
  • Ps 143:6 : 6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
  • Ps 119:81 : 81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
  • Ps 63:1-2 : 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. 2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
  • Isa 26:9 : 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.
  • Isa 64:1 : 1 O that thou woldest cleue the heauen in sonder, & come downe: that the mountaynes might melt awaye at thy presence,
  • Ps 119:20 : 20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
  • Job 23:3 : 3 O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
  • Song 2:4-5 : 4 He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well. 5 Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.
  • Song 5:8 : 8 I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Ps 42:1-4
    4 verses
    82%

    1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?

    2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?

    3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.

    4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?

  • 1 O how amiable are yi dwelliges, thou LORDE of hoostes?

  • 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.

  • Ps 143:6-7
    2 verses
    78%

    6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.

    7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.

  • 20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.

  • Ps 38:8-10
    3 verses
    74%

    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.

  • Ps 6:2-3
    2 verses
    74%

    2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.

    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

  • 3 For the sparow hath founde hir an house, & the swalowe a nest, where she maye laye hir yoge: eue yi aulters O LORDE of hoostes, my kynge & my God.

  • Ps 130:5-6
    2 verses
    74%

    5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.

    6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.

  • 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.

  • 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.

  • Isa 26:8-9
    2 verses
    73%

    8 Therfore (LORDE) we haue a respecte vnto the waye of thy iudgmentes, thy name and thy remebraunce reioyse the soule.

    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.

  • Ps 119:81-82
    2 verses
    73%

    81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.

    82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?

  • 131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.

  • Ps 102:4-5
    2 verses
    72%

    4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.

    5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.

  • 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

  • 10 For one daye in thy courte is better then a thousande:

  • 26 My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.

  • 40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.

  • 8 LORDE, I loue the habitacion of thy house, and ye place where thy honoure dwelleth.

  • Ps 31:9-10
    2 verses
    71%

    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.

  • 1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.

  • 4 One thinge haue I desyred of the LORDE, which I wil requyre: namely, that I maye dwell in the house of the LORDE all the dayes of my life, to beholde the fayre beutie of the LORDE, and to vyset his temple.

  • 8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.

  • 20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.

  • 174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.

  • 5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.

  • 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.

  • 11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.

  • 28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.

  • 8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.

  • 1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.

  • 8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.

  • 18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

  • 22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.

  • 2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.

  • 24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.