Psalms 119:131
I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
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40Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
41Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
20My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
10With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
11Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
159Considre (LORDE) how I loue thy comaundementes, O quycken me wt thy louinge kyndnesse.
174I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
143Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
32I wil rune the waye of thy commaundementes, when thou hast comforted my herte.
15Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
18Open thou myne eyes, & so shal I spie out wonderous thinges in yi lawe.
13With my lippes wil I be tellynge out all the iudgmentes of thy mouth.
169Let my coplaynte come before the (o LORDE) geue me vnderstondinge, acordinge vnto thy worde.
170Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
171My lippes shall speake of thy prayse, seynge thou hast taught me thy statutes.
172Yee my toge shall synge of thy worde, for all thy comaundemetes are right.
81My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
82Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
166LORDE, I loke for yi sauynge health, & do after thy comaundemetes.
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?
123Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
107I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
108Let the frewil offeringes of my mouth please the (o LORDE) & teach me yi iudgmetes.
130When thy worde goeth forth, it geueth light and vnderstodinge, eue vnto babes.
43O take not ye worde of treuth vtterly out of my mouth, for my hope is in thy iudgmentes.
58I make myne humble peticion in thy presence wt my whole herte, o be mercifull vnto me acordinge vnto yi worde.
6I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
47My delite shalbe in thy commaundementes, which I loue.
66O lerne me kyndnesse, nourtoure & knowlege, for I beleue thy commaundementes.
34O geue me vnderstondinge, and I shal kepe yi lawe, yee I shal kepe it with my whole herte.
35Lede me in the path of thy commaundemetes, for that is my desyre,
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
60I make haist, and prolonge not the tyme, to kepe thy commaundemetes.
88O quycke me after yi louinge kyndnes, & so shall I kepe the testimonies of thy mouth.
145I call wt my whole herte, heare me (o LORDE) I wil kepe thy statutes.
146Yee euen vpo the do I call, helpe me, and I shal kepe yi testimonies.
147Early in ye mornynge do I crie vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
26I knowleged my wayes, & thou herdest me, O teach me then thy statutes.
27Make me to vnderstonde the waye of thy commaundemetes, & so shal I talke of thy wonderous workes.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
5O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes.
149Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
103O how swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? Yee more the hony vnto my mouth.
2My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
97O what a loue haue I vnto thy lawe? all the daye longe is my talkynge of it.
94I am thine, oh helpe me, for I seke thy commaundementes.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.