Psalms 90:13 Cross References - Coverdale

¹³ Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.

¹² Wherfore shulde the Egipcians speake, & saye: He hath brought the for their myschefe, to slaye them in the mountaynes, and to destroye the vtterly from the earth? O turne the from the fearcenesse of yi wrath, & be gracious ouer the wickednesse of thy people.

¹⁴ Thus the LORDE repented of the euell, which he sayde he wolde do vnto his people.

³⁶ For the LORDE shall iudge his people, and shal haue compassion on his seruauntes. For he shal considre that their power is awaie, and that it is gone with them, which were shut vp and remayned ouer.

³ My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe? ⁴ Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.

¹⁰ We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.

¹⁴ Turne ye agayne (thou God of hoostes) loke downe from heauen, beholde & viset this vynyarde.

⁴⁶ The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.

⁴⁵ He thought vpo his couenaunt, and pitied the, acordinge vnto the multitude of his mercies.

¹⁴ For the LORDE wil auege his people, & be gracious vnto his seruautes.

¹⁵ And whe I haue rooted the out, I wilbe at one with the agayne, and wil haue mercy vpon them: and brynge them agayne, euery man to his owne heretage, and in to his lode.

⁸ What greate thinges haue I geuen the, o Ephraim? how faithfully haue I defended the, o Israel? haue I dealt with the as with Adama? or haue I intreated the like Seboim? No, my hert is otherwise mynded. Yee my mercy is to feruent:

¹³ rente youre hertes, & not youre clothes. Turne you vnto the LORDE youre God, for he is gracious & mercifull, longe sufferynge & of greate compassion: & redy to pardone wickednes. ¹⁴ Then (no doute) he also shal turne, & forgeue: & after his chastenynge, he shal let youre increase remayne, for meat & drynck offerynges vnto the LORDE youre God?

³ So the LORDE was gracious therin, and the LORDE sayde: well, it shall not be.

⁶ So the LORDE was merciful therin, and the LORDE God sayde: well, it shal not be.

⁹ Who can tell? God maye turne, and repete, and cease from his fearce wrath, that we perish not.

¹⁶ Therfore thus saieth the LORDE: I wil turne me agayne in mercy towarde Ierusalem, so that my house shalbe buylded in it, saieth the LORDE of hoostes: yee and the plommet shal be layed abrode in Ierusalem, saieth the LORDE of hoostes.