Psalms 42:1
Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
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2My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
3Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
4Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
6My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
7The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
1O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
6I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
7Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
2My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
131I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
1Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
20My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
1My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
40Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
11Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
8For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
1The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge.
1Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
9My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.
4That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
10With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
82Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
4My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
1I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
5Hongrie & thirstie, & their soule faynted in the.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
20Yee the wylde beestes crie also vnto the: for the water ryuers are dryed vp, and the fyre hath consumed the pastures of the wyldernesse.
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.