Psalms 84:2
My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.