Psalms 4:2
O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? Selah.
O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? Selah.
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45The dayes of his youth hast thou shortned, and couered him with shame. Selah.
46Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
2How long wil ye iudge vniustly, and accept the persons of the wicked? Selah.
10O God, howe long shall the aduersarie reproche thee? shall the enemie blaspheme thy Name for euer?
4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.
6Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
2How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call, O God of my righteousnes: thou hast set me at libertie, when I was in distresse: haue mercie vpon me & hearken vnto my prayer.
11When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.
12Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
3For be ye sure that the Lorde hath chosen to himselfe a godly man: the Lorde will heare when I call vnto him.
3Lorde, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
3Lord how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
4They prate and speake fiercely: all the workers of iniquitie vaunt themselues.
3Wherefore are wee counted as beastes, and are vile in your sight?
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid to giue instruction. When Doeg the Edomite came and shewed Saul, and saide to him, Dauid is come to the house of Abimelech. Why boastest thou thy selfe in thy wickednesse, O man of power? the louing kindenesse of God indureth dayly.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
3Should men holde their peace at thy lyes? & when thou mockest others, shall none make thee ashamed?
9Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
21Howe long shall I see the standert, and heare the sounde of the trumpet?
3Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?
4Hast thou carnall eyes? Or doest thou see as man seeth?
5Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
6That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
49Lord, where are thy former mercies, which thou swarest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
12Beholde, all ye your selues haue seene it: why then doe you thus vanish in vanitie?
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
3How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
13Returne (O Lord, howe long?) and be pacified toward thy seruants.
5Lord, howe long wilt thou be angrie, for euer? shall thy gelousie burne like fire?
4Howe long shall the lande mourne, and the herbes of euery fielde wither, for the wickednesse of them that dwell therein? the beastes are consumed and the birdes, because they sayd, He wil not see our last ende.
4O men, I call vnto you, and vtter my voyce to the children of men.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
9The women of my people haue ye cast out from their pleasant houses, and from their childre haue ye taken away my glorie continually.
5Then let the enemie persecute my soule and take it: yea, let him treade my life downe vpon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
1To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
22Cease you from the man whose breath is in his nostrels: for wherein is he to be esteemed?
4O Lord God of hostes, how long wilt thou be angrie against the prayer of thy people?
14From men by thine hand, O Lorde, from men of the world, who haue their portion in this life, whose bellies thou fillest with thine hid treasure: their children haue ynough, and leaue the rest of their substance for their children.
3Why doest thou shewe mee iniquitie, and cause me to beholde sorowe? for spoyling, and violence are before me: and there are that rayse vp strife and contention.
8When thou saidest, Seeke ye my face, mine heart answered vnto thee, O Lorde, I will seeke thy face.
26Let them bee confounded, & put to shame together, that reioyce at mine hurt: let them bee clothed with confusion and shame, that lift vp themselues against me.
1Why standest thou farre off, O Lorde, and hidest thee in due time, euen in afflictio?
1To him that excelleth vpon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.
2Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.