Psalms 88:12
Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
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10 Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Can the physicias rayse them vp agayne, that they maye prayse the?
11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
12 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
8 Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore?
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
2 To tell of thy louynge kyndnesse early in the mornynge, and of thy trueth in the night season.
19 the shewe me where light dwelleth, and where darcknes is:
5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
5 Sela. O LORDE, the very heaues shal prayse thy wonderous workes, yee & thy faithfulnes in ye congregacion of the sayntes.
12 Yee verely I wil declare yi goodnes & yi workes, but they shal not profit ye.
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.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
28 Thou lightest my cadle, o LORDE my God: thou makest my darcknesse to be light.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
11 Shuldest thou the se no darcknesse? Shulde not the water floude runne ouer the?
8 Thou settest oure mi?dedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the light of thy countenaunce.
19 Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde.
29 For thou O LORDE art my lanterne. The LORDE shal lighte my darknesse.
6 So that men shal speake of the might of thy maruelous actes, and tell of yi greatnes.
7 The memoriall of yi abundaunt kyndnes shalbe shewed, and me shal synge of thy righteousnesse.
6 Yee he shall make thy rightuousnesse as cleare as the light, & thy iust dealinge as the noone daye.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
3 Yf thou (LORDE) wilt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh LORDE, who maye abyde it?
22 yee into that darck clowdy londe & deadly shadowe, where as is no ordre, but terrible feare as in the darcknesse.
27 How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
1 O Lorde, thou art more rightuous, then that I shulde dispute with the: Neuertheles, let me talke with the in thinges reasonable. How happeneth it, that the waye off the vngodly is so prosperous? and that it goeth so wel with them, which (with out eny shame) offede and lyue in wickednesse?
7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
12 And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
16 Honoure ye LORDE youre God herein, or he take his light from you, and or euer youre fete stomble in darknesse at ye hill: lest whe ye loke for the light, he turne it in to ye shadowe and darknesse of death.
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.
55 I thynke vpon thy name (o LORDE) in the night season, and kepe thy lawe.
16 Then shuldest thou forget thy misery, and thynke nomore vpon it, then vpon the waters that runne by.
17 Then shulde thy life be as cleare as the noone daye, and sprynge forth as the mornynge.
13 wilt thou therfore saye: Tush, how shulde God knowe? Doth his dominion reach beyonde the cloudes?
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.
19 Thy waye was in the see, and thy pathes in the greate waters, yet coude no man knowe thy fotesteppes.
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
4 Vnto the godly there ariseth vp light in the darcknesse: he is merciful, louynge & rightuous.
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.