Psalms 131:2
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
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1 LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
7 Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
5 I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.
6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
3 Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
14 I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
1 I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
10 Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
2 And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he hid me;
1 Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
17 Unless the LORD had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
18 And my people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in sure dwellings, and in quiet resting places;
1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
1 Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD.
2 Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.
6 By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
16 As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
3 For I was my father's son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.
18 (For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
13 As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you; and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem.
1 Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul.
14 This is my rest for ever: here will I dwell; for I have desired it.
5 My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
14 But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
7 The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing.
11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
25 For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul.
24 The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.