Psalms 51:8
Make me to heare ioye and gladnes, that the bones, which thou hast broken, may reioyce.
Make me to heare ioye and gladnes, that the bones, which thou hast broken, may reioyce.
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6Beholde, thou louest trueth in the inwarde affections: therefore hast thou taught mee wisedome in the secret of mine heart.
7Purge me with hyssope, & I shalbe cleane: wash me, and I shalbe whiter then snowe.
9Hide thy face from my sinnes, and put away all mine iniquities.
10Create in mee a cleane heart, O God, and renue a right spirit within me.
12Restore to me the ioy of thy saluation, and stablish me with thy free Spirit.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
22A ioyfull heart causeth good health: but a sorowfull minde dryeth the bones.
10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
11Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid, when the Prophet Nathan came vnto him, after he had gone in to Bath-sheba. Haue mercie vpon me, O God, according to thy louing kindnes: according to the multitude of thy compassions put away mine iniquities.
2Wash me throughly from mine iniquitie, and clense me from my sinne.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
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.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
17The sacrifices of God are a contrite spirit: a contrite and a broken heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
18Bee fauourable vnto Zion for thy good pleasure: builde the walles of Ierusalem.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
28Thou hast shewed me the waies of life, & shalt make me full of ioy with thy countenance.
2O Lorde my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.
11Be glad ye righteous, and reioyce in the Lorde, and be ioyfull all ye, that are vpright in heart.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
22Let mine arme fal from my shoulder, & mine arme be broken from the bone.
20He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.
14Heale me, O Lorde, and I shall bee whole: saue me, and I shall bee saued: for thou art my prayse.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
30The light of the eyes reioyceth the heart, and a good name maketh the bones fat.
14Deliuer me from blood, O God, which art the God of my saluation, and my tongue shall sing ioyfully of thy righteousnes.
15Open thou my lippes, O Lorde, and my mouth shall shewe foorth thy praise.
9Then my soule shalbe ioyfull in the Lord: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. The King shall reioyce in thy stregth, O Lord: yea how greatly shal he reioyce in thy saluatio!
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
26Therefore did mine heart reioyce, and my tongue was glad, and moreouer also my flesh shall rest in hope,
8Because thou hast deliuered my soule from death, mine eyes from teares, and my feete from falling.
3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
15Comfort vs according to the dayes that thou hast afflicted vs, and according to the yeeres that we haue seene euill.
3He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
7O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
13A ioyfull heart maketh a chearefull countenance: but by the sorow of the heart the minde is heauie.
9Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope.
4For thou, Lord, hast made mee glad by thy workes, and I wil reioyce in the workes of thine handes.
21Thou wilt increase mine honour, & returne and comfort 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.
13From 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.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
21Till he haue filled thy mouth with laughter, and thy lippes with ioy.
8So health shalbe vnto thy nauel, and marowe vnto thy bones.
4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
6Wilt thou not turne againe & quicken vs, that thy people may reioyce in thee?