Psalms of David 16
16
Conserva me.
Psalm XVI.
T. S.
1Lord keep me, for I trust in thee,
and do confess indeed,
Thou art my God, and of my goods,
thou hast not any need.
2Therefore I give them to the Saints
that in the world do dwell,
Namely, unto the faithful flock
in vertue that excel.
3Their sorrows shall be multiply’d,
who run so hastily
To offer to the idol‐gods,
that are but vanity.
4As for their bloudy sacrifice
and offerings of that sort,
I will not touch, nor yet thereof
my lips shall make report.
5For why? the Lord the portion is
of mine inheritance:
And thou art he that doth preserve
my lot from all mischance.
6The place wherein my lot is fall’n
in beauty doth excel:
Mine heritage assign’d to me
doth please me wondrous well.
7I thank the Lord that caused me
to understand the right,
For by his means my secret thoughts
do teach me every night.
8I set the Lord still in my sight,
and trust him over all:
For he doth stand on my right Hand,
therefore I shall not fall.
9Wherefore my heart and tongue also
rejoice exceedingly:
My Flesh likewise doth rest in hope,
to rise again; for why?
10Thou wilt not leave my soul in grave,
for, Lord, thou lovest me:
Nor yet wilt give thine holy one
corruption for to see.
11But wilt me teach the way to life,
where there is joy in store,
And where at thy right hand there are
pleasures for evermore.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 16: MP1562
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published in England in 1562.
Psalms of David 16
16
Conserva me.
Psalm XVI.
T. S.
1Lord keep me, for I trust in thee,
and do confess indeed,
Thou art my God, and of my goods,
thou hast not any need.
2Therefore I give them to the Saints
that in the world do dwell,
Namely, unto the faithful flock
in vertue that excel.
3Their sorrows shall be multiply’d,
who run so hastily
To offer to the idol‐gods,
that are but vanity.
4As for their bloudy sacrifice
and offerings of that sort,
I will not touch, nor yet thereof
my lips shall make report.
5For why? the Lord the portion is
of mine inheritance:
And thou art he that doth preserve
my lot from all mischance.
6The place wherein my lot is fall’n
in beauty doth excel:
Mine heritage assign’d to me
doth please me wondrous well.
7I thank the Lord that caused me
to understand the right,
For by his means my secret thoughts
do teach me every night.
8I set the Lord still in my sight,
and trust him over all:
For he doth stand on my right Hand,
therefore I shall not fall.
9Wherefore my heart and tongue also
rejoice exceedingly:
My Flesh likewise doth rest in hope,
to rise again; for why?
10Thou wilt not leave my soul in grave,
for, Lord, thou lovest me:
Nor yet wilt give thine holy one
corruption for to see.
11But wilt me teach the way to life,
where there is joy in store,
And where at thy right hand there are
pleasures for evermore.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
:
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published in England in 1562.