https://textus-receptus.com/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Psalm_42_Bishops%27_Bible_1568Psalm 42 Bishops' Bible 1568 - Revision history2026-06-01T23:27:48ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.45.3https://textus-receptus.com/index.php?title=Psalm_42_Bishops%27_Bible_1568&diff=282047&oldid=prevTextus Receptus: New page: Psa 42:1 <To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach.> Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God. Psa 42:2 My soule is a thirs...2016-01-25T13:14:19Z<p>New page: Psa 42:1 <To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach.> Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God. Psa 42:2 My soule is a thirs...</p>
<p><b>New page</b></p><div>Psa 42:1 <To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach.> Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God.<br />
Psa 42:2 My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?<br />
Psa 42:3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is [nowe] thy God.<br />
Psa 42:4 And I powred out of me my very heart, remembryng this howe that before tyme I haue passed with a great number, bringyng the vnto the house of the Lord: with a voyce of ioy & prayse, [& with] a company that kept holy day.<br />
Psa 42:5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.<br />
Psa 42:6 My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.<br />
Psa 42:7 One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.<br />
Psa 42:8 God wyll graunt his louing kindnesse on the day tyme: and in the nyght season I wyll syng of hym, and make my prayer vnto the Lorde of my lyfe.<br />
Psa 42:9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?<br />
Psa 42:10 It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?<br />
Psa 42:11 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.</div>Textus Receptus