Psalms 116:7
Returne vnto thy rest, O my soule: for the Lord hath bene beneficiall vnto thee,
Returne vnto thy rest, O my soule: for the Lord hath bene beneficiall vnto thee,
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8Because thou hast deliuered my soule from death, mine eyes from teares, and my feete from falling.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
4Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
4Then I called vpon the Name of the Lord, saying, I beseech thee, O Lord, deliuer my soule.
5The Lorde is mercifull and righteous, and our God is full of compassion.
6The Lorde preserueth the simple: I was in miserie and he saued me.
6I will sing to the Lord, because he hath delt louingly with me.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
1Prayse ye the Lorde. Prayse thou the Lord, O my soule.
58O Lord, thou hast maintained the cause of my soule, and hast redeemed my life.
13For great is thy mercie toward me, & thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest graue.
2O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lorde, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee,
4Reioyce the soule of thy seruant: for vnto thee, O Lord, doe I lift vp my soule.
18He hath deliuered my soule in peace fro the battel, that was against me: for many were with me.
1A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lorde, lift I vp my soule.
4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
2O Lorde my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.
3O Lorde, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit.
1A Psalme of Dauid. My soule, prayse thou the Lorde, and all that is within me, prayse his holy Name.
2My soule, prayse thou the Lord, and forget not all his benefites.
12What shall I render vnto the Lord for all his benefites toward me?
24The Lorde is my portion, sayth my soule: therefore wil I hope in him.
9Then my soule shalbe ioyfull in the Lord: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
5I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
17Beholde, for felicitie I had bitter griefe, but it was thy pleasure to deliuer my soule from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sinnes behinde thy backe.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme committed to the sonnes of Korah. Lorde, thou hast bene fauourable vnto thy land: thou hast brought againe the captiuitie of Iaakob.
2Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.
5Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
65Teth. O Lorde, thou hast delt graciously with thy seruant according vnto thy woorde.
19In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart, thy comfortes haue reioyced my soule.
8I will lay mee downe, and also sleepe in peace: for thou, Lord, onely makest me dwell in safetie.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde: and my prayer came vnto thee, into thine holy Temple.
4Which redeemeth thy life from the graue, and crowneth thee with mercy and compassions.
25For I haue saciate the wearie soule, and I haue replenished euery sorowfull soule.
18The Lorde hath chastened me sore, but he hath not deliuered me to death.
6Praised be the Lorde, for he hath heard the voyce of my petitions.
10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
7Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shal the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.
5Into thine hand I commend my spirit: for thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of trueth.
1My soule, prayse thou the Lord: O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great, thou art clothed with glorie and honour.
7The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.
1To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the caue. Haue mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
5Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
10Therefore, O Lord, haue mercy vpon mee, and raise me vp: so I shall reward them.
9Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope.
11Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
5Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes, he is my present helpe, and my God.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
4Remember me, O Lorde, with the fauour of thy people: visite me with thy saluation,