Psalms 119:50
It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.
It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.
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107I am very sore afflicted: O Lord, quicken me according to thy word.
74So they that feare thee, seeing mee shall reioyce, because I haue trusted in thy woorde.
75I knowe, O Lorde, that thy iudgements are right, and that thou hast afflicted me iustly.
76I pray thee that thy mercie may comfort me according to thy promes vnto thy seruant.
77Let thy tender mercies come vnto me, that I may liue: for thy Lawe is my delite.
153Resh. Beholde mine affliction, and deliuer mee: for I haue not forgotten thy Lawe.
154Pleade my cause, and deliuer me: quicken me according vnto thy word.
49Zain. Remember the promesse made to thy seruant, wherein thou hast caused me to trust.
19In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart, thy comfortes haue reioyced my soule.
25Daleth. My soule cleaueth to the dust: quicken me according to thy worde.
81Caph. My soule fainteth for thy saluation: yet I waite for thy worde.
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
143Trouble and anguish are come vpon me: yet are thy commandements my delite.
52I remembred thy iudgements of olde, O Lord, and haue bene comforted.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
40Beholde, I desire thy commaundementes: quicken me in thy righteousnesse,
41Vav. And let thy louing kindnesse come vnto me, O Lorde, and thy saluation according to thy promesse.
42So shall I make answere vnto my blasphemers: for I trust in thy woorde.
43And take not the woorde of trueth vtterly out of my mouth: for I waite for thy iudgements.
159Consider, O Lorde, how I loue thy preceptes: quicken mee according to thy louing kindenesse.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
92Except thy Lawe had bene my delite, I should now haue perished in mine affliction.
93I wil neuer forget thy precepts: for by them thou hast quickened me.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
71It is good for me that I haue beene afflicted, that I may learne thy statutes.
88Quicken me according to thy louing kindnes: so shall I keepe the testimony of thy mouth.
149Heare my voyce according to thy louing kindenesse: O Lord, quicken me according to thy iudgement.
67Before I was afflicted, I went astray: but nowe I keepe thy woorde.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
156Great are thy tender mercies, O Lorde: quicken me according to thy iudgements.
116Stablish me according to thy promes, that I may liue, and disappoint me not of mine hope.
18The Lorde hath chastened me sore, but he hath not deliuered me to death.
170Let my supplication come before thee, and deliuer me according to thy promes.
174I haue longed for thy saluation, O Lorde, and thy Lawe is my delite.
11I haue hid thy promes in mine heart, that I might not sinne against thee.
58I made my supplication in thy presence with my whole heart: be mercifull vnto me according to thy promes.
17The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
56This I had because I kept thy precepts.
20Which hast shewed me great troubles and aduersities, but thou wilt returne, and reuiue me, and wilt come againe, and take mee vp from the depth of the earth.
21Thou wilt increase mine honour, & returne and comfort me.
16O Lord, to them that ouerliue them, and to all that are in them, the life of my spirite shalbe knowen, that thou causedst me to sleepe and hast giuen life to me.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
114Thou art my refuge and shield, and I trust in thy worde.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
38Stablish thy promesse to thy seruaunt, because he feareth thee.
17Gimel. Be beneficiall vnto thy seruant, that I may liue and keepe thy woorde.
162I reioyce at thy worde, as one that findeth a great spoyle.