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