Psalms 131:2
Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.
Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.
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1 A song of degrees or Psalme of Dauid. Lorde, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from me.
13 For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,
7 Returne vnto thy rest, O my soule: for the Lord hath bene beneficiall vnto thee,
2 I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
5 I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.
6 My soule waiteth on the Lorde more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.
3 Let Israel waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
14 I haue a long time holden my peace: I haue beene still and refrained my selfe: nowe will I crie like a trauailing woman: I will destroy and deuoure at once.
15 What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
14 I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
2 Out of the mouth of babes & suckelings hast thou ordeined strength, because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemie and the auenger.
6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. I Waited paciently for the Lorde, and he inclined vnto me, and heard my cry.
10 Be still and knowe that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, and I wil be exalted in the earth.
2 And hee hath made my mouth like a sharpe sworde: vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he hid mee, and made me a chosen shafte, and hid me in his quiuer,
1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of Dauid. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
3 When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
17 If the Lord had not holpen me, my soule had almost dwelt in silence.
20 My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
5 Why 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.
18 And my people shall dwell in the tabernacle of peace, and in sure dwellings, and in safe resting places.
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lorde put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?
20 Behold, 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.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
1 A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
2 Lorde, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.
6 Vpon thee haue I beene stayed from the wombe: thou art he that tooke me out of my mothers bowels: my praise shalbe alwaies of thee.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
16 But I haue not thrust in my selfe for a pastour after thee, neither haue I desired the day of miserie, thou knowest: that which came out of my lips, was right before thee.
9 But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
11 Why 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.
3 For I was my fathers sonne, tender and deare in the sight of my mother,
18 (For from my youth hee hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue bene a guide vnto her)
13 As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you, and ye shall be comforted in Ierusalem.
1 A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lorde, lift I vp my soule.
14 This is my rest for euer: here will I dwell, for I haue a delite therein.
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
14 But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
7 The whole worlde is at rest and is quiet: they sing for ioye.
11 When I was a childe, I spake as a childe, I vnderstoode as a childe, I thought as a childe: but when I became a man, I put away childish thinges.
25 For I haue saciate the wearie soule, and I haue replenished euery sorowfull soule.
24 The Lorde is my portion, sayth my soule: therefore wil I hope in him.
8 I will lay mee downe, and also sleepe in peace: for thou, Lord, onely makest me dwell in safetie.
16 Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?