Psalms 42:2
My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
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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 soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
1O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
2My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
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.
8I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
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.
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.
1Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
2I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
1My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
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.
5Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
20My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
25My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
82Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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.
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.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
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.
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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
5Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
40Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
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?
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
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.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
131I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
5Hongrie & thirstie, & their soule faynted in the.
4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
2When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
2Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?