Psalms 84:2
My soule longeth, yea, and fainteth for the courtes of the Lord: for mine heart and my flesh reioyce in the liuing God.
My soule longeth, yea, and fainteth for the courtes of the Lord: for mine heart and my flesh reioyce in the liuing God.
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1To 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.
2My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
3My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
4When 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.
1To him that excelleth vpon Gittith. A Psalme committed to the sonnes of Korah. O Lord of hostes, howe amiable are thy Tabernacles!
1A Psalme of Dauid. When he was in the wildernesse of Iudah. O God, thou art my God, earely will I seeke thee: my soule thirsteth for thee: my flesh longeth greatly after thee in a barren and drye land without water.
6I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
7Heare 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.
20Mine heart breaketh for the desire to thy iudgements always.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
3Yea, the sparrowe hath found her an house, and the swallow a nest for her, where she may lay her yong: euen by thine altars, O Lord of hostes, my King and my God.
5I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.
6My soule waiteth on the Lorde more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde: and my prayer came vnto thee, into thine holy Temple.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
25Daleth. My soule cleaueth to the dust: quicken me according to thy worde.
8Also we, O Lorde, haue waited for thee in the way of thy iudgemets: the desire of our soule is to thy Name, and to the remembrance of thee.
9With my soule haue I desired thee in the night, and with my spirit within mee will I seeke thee in the morning: for seeing thy iudgements are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world shall learne righteousnesse.
81Caph. My soule fainteth for thy saluation: yet I waite for thy worde.
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
131I opened my mouth and panted, because I loued thy commaundements.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
10For a day in thy courtes is better then a thousand other where: I had rather be a doore keeper in the House of my God, then to dwell in the Tabernacles of wickednesse.
26My flesh fayleth and mine heart also: but God is the strength of mine heart, and my portion for euer.
40Beholde, I desire thy commaundementes: quicken me in thy righteousnesse,
8O Lorde, I haue loued the habitation of thine house, and the place where thine honour dwelleth.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.
4One thing haue I desired of the Lorde, that I will require, euen that I may dwell in the house of the Lorde all the dayes of my life, to beholde the beautie of the Lorde, and to visite his Temple.
8When thou saidest, Seeke ye my face, mine heart answered vnto thee, O Lorde, I will seeke thy face.
20Behold, 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.
174I haue longed for thy saluation, O Lorde, and thy Lawe is my delite.
5Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
8My soule cleaueth vnto thee: for thy right hand vpholdeth me.
1To the excellent musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of Dauid. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
8But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
2Lorde, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.
24The Lorde is my portion, sayth my soule: therefore wil I hope in him.