Bible Verses About Psalms

I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.

A Psalme of David. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my supplication: answere me in thy trueth and in thy righteousnes.

(And enter not into iudgement with thy seruant: for in thy sight shall none that liueth, be iustified)

For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:

And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.

Yet doe I remember the time past: I meditate in all thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of thine hands.

I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.

Heare me speedily, O Lord, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.

Let me heare thy louing kindenes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee the way, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto thee.

Deliuer me, O Lord, from mine enemies: for I hid me with thee.

Teach me to doe thy will, for thou art my God: let thy good Spirit leade me vnto the land of righteousnes.

Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.

And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and destroy all them that oppresse my soule: for I am thy seruant.

A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.

He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.

Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!

Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.