Psalms 131:1
Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
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2I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
6For though the LORDE be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto ye lowly: as for ye proude, he beholdeth him afarre off.
4The LORDE is hye aboue all Heithen, and his glory aboue the heaues.
5Who is like vnto the LORDE oure God, yt hath his dwellinge so hye,
6which humbleth himself, to beholde that is in heauen and earth?
6Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence?
3Let go yor greate boostinge of hye thynges, let go out of youre mouth that olde byworde: for the LORDE is a God yt knoweth all thinges, & he hath set all workes in order.
1Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
1Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall.
1The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge.
1Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
1I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
11O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
2I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
23Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
25O what is there prepared for me in heauen? there is nothinge vpo earth, that I desyre in comparison of the.
1I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
13Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
14Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.
4O let not myne hert be enclyned to eny euell thige, to be mynded as the vngodly or wicked men, lest I eate of soch thinges as please the
2My soule shall make hir boast in the LORDE: the poore oppressed shal heare therof, and be glad.
16Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.
4My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
1O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
1Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
22I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
5Sela. I sayde vnto the madde people: deale not so madly, & to the vngodly: set not vp youre hornes.
1Not vnto vs (o LORDE) not vnto vs, but vnto thy name geue the prayse, for thy louinge mercy and faithfulnes.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
3Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
15Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
11Which casteth downe ye high lokes of presumptuous personnes, and bryngeth lowe the pryde of ma, and he only shall be exalted in ye daye.
15For thus saieth the hie and excellet, euen he that dwelleth in euerlastingnesse, whose name is the holyone: I dwel hie aboue and in the sanctuary, & with him also, yt is of a cotrite and huble sprete: yt I maye heale a troubled mynde, and a cotrite herte.
4Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
1Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
3Haue mercy vpo vs (o LORDE) haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed.
1O God, my hert is ready to synge, & to geue prayse.
1My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
1O Lorde oure gouernoure: how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? how excellent is thy glory aboue the heauens?
51The proude haue me greatly in derision, yet shrencke not I from thy lawe.
6The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
12But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
8Remoue fro me vanite and lyes: geue me nether pouerte ner riches, only graunte me a necessary lyuynge.
3LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4Blessed is the man that setteth his hope in the LORDE, and turneth not vnto the proude, & to soch as go aboute with lies.