Psalms 89:49
What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
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45 Thou hast put out his glory, and cast his Trone downe to the grounde.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
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?
12 Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
50 Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
51 Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
7 Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?
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?
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
1 Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble.
2 How he swore vnto ye LORDE, & vowed a vowe vnto ye mightie one of Iacob:
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
15 Loke downe then from heaue, and beholde the dwellinge place of thy sanctuary & thy glory. How is it, yt thy gelousy, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies and thy louynge kyndnesse, wyl not be entreated of vs?
35 My couenaunt wil I not breake, ner disanulle the thinge yt is gone out of my lippes.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
6 Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
42 LORDE God, turne not awaye the face of thine anoynted: thinke vpon the mercies of thy seruaunt Dauid.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
3 I haue made a couenaunt with my chosen, I haue sworne vnto Dauid my seruaunt.
13 Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.
20 Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
16 Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
1 Lorde, thou art oure refuge from one generacion to another.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
33 I wil vyset their offences with the rodde, and their synnes with scourges.
8 O remebre not oure olde synnes, but haue mercy vpon vs (& that soone) for we are come to greate mysery.
41 Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
11 The LORDE hath made a faithfull ooth vnto Dauid, & he shal not shrenke from it:
1 My songe shal be allwaye of the louynge kyndnesse of the LORDE, wt my mouth wil I euer be shewinge thy faithfulnesse fro one generacion to another.
22 Let thy mercifull kyndnesse (o LORDE) be vpon vs, like as we put oure trust in the.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
19 Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde.
8 God is greatly to be feared in the councell of the sayntes, & to be had in reuerence of all the that are aboute him.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
49 O thynke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge yi worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
2 To tell of thy louynge kyndnesse early in the mornynge, and of thy trueth in the night season.