Psalms 42:6
My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
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1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
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.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
8 The Lorde will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
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.
4 Then wil I go vnto the altar of God, euen vnto the God of my ioy & gladnes: and vpon the harpe wil I giue thanks vnto thee, O God, my God.
5 Why 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.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
3 For thou haddest cast me into the bottome in the middes of the sea, and the floods compassed me about: all thy surges, and all thy waues passed ouer me.
4 Then I saide, I am cast away out of thy sight: yet will I looke againe towarde thine holy Temple.
5 The waters compassed me about vnto the soule: the depth closed me rounde about, and the weedes were wrapt about mine head.
6 I went downe to the bottome of the moutaines: the earth with her barres was about me for euer, yet hast thou brought vp my life from the pit, O Lorde my God.
7 When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde: and my prayer came vnto thee, into thine holy Temple.
20 My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
3 I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
2 From the endes of the earth will I crye vnto thee: when mine heart is opprest, bring me vpon the rocke that is higher then I.
6 I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
7 Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
14 Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
2 I sticke fast in the deepe myre, where no staie is: I am come into deepe waters, and the streames runne ouer me.
1 To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
16 For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
6 Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit, in darkenes, and in the deepe.
1 To 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?
2 How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
3 For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
13 From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
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.
6 When I remember thee on my bedde, and when I thinke vpon thee in the night watches.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, & he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah.
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
6 I called to remembrance my song in the night: I communed with mine owne heart, and my spirit searched diligently.
16 Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
1 To 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.