Psalms 42:5
O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
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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.
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.
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?
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.
4Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
5Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
7Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
1How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro 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?
2Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
14Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
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.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
1Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
7Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
1Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
15For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
12O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
20Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
1Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
24The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
19In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
20Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
5Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
1In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
1My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.