Psalms 86:4
Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
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1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
3 Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
12 I thanke the o LORDE my God, & wil prayse thy name for euer.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
14 O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
5 For thou LORDE art good and gracious, & of greate mercy vnto all them that call vpon the.
6 Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
12 And of thy goodnesse scater myne enemies abrode, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt.
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.
2 My soule shall make hir boast in the LORDE: the poore oppressed shal heare therof, and be glad.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
16 O turne the then vnto me, haue mercy vpo me: geue thy strength vnto thy seruaunt, & helpe the sonne of thy handmayde.
16 and the sonne of thy handmayden, thou hast broken my bondes in sonder.
17 I wil offre the the sacrifice of thankes geuynge, and wil call vpon the name of the LORDE.
23 My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
14 That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
16 As for me, I am poore & in mysery, but the LORDE careth for me.
3 When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
16 But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
1 Prayse the LORDE o my soule: O LORDE my God, thou art become exceadinge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure.
4 But let all those that seke the, be ioyfull & glad in the: and let all soch as delyte in thy sauynge health, saye alwaye: ye LORDE be praysed.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
6 There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce.
28 Thou art my God, & I wil thanke the: thou art my God, and I wil prayse the.
5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6 For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
4 That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
5 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
76 O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.