Psalms 63:1
O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
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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.
8Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
1Like 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?
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.
2My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
3Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
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.
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.
5As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
6My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
7In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
8For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
25O what is there prepared for me in heauen? there is nothinge vpo earth, that I desyre in comparison of the.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
15Loke downe then from heaue, and beholde the dwellinge place of thy sanctuary & thy glory. How is it, yt thy gelousy, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies and thy louynge kyndnesse, wyl not be entreated of vs?
5I toke diligent hede of the in the wildernesse that drye londe.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
131I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
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.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
1My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
4And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
5Hongrie & thirstie, & their soule faynted in the.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
20My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
1Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
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.
10With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
1Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
40Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
6My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
1Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
17When the thurstie and poore seke water & fynde none, & when their tunge is drie of thurst: I geue it them, saieth the LORDE. I the God of Israel forsake them not.