8 But the LORDE himselfe that goeth before you, euen HE shal be with the, and shal not fayle the, ner forsake the: Feare not, and be not afrayed.
Bible verses about "depression" | Coverdale
1 The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge. 2 He fedeth me in a grene pasture, ad ledeth me to a fresh water. 3 He quickeneth my soule, & bringeth me forth in the waye of rightuousnes for his names sake. 4 Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death, yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke coforte me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me agaynst mine enemies: thou anoyntest my heade with oyle, & fyllest my cuppe full. 6 Oh let thy louynge kyndnes & mercy folowe me all the dayes off my life, that I maye dwell in the house off the LORDE for euer.
2 He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges.
4 He that regardeth ye wynde, shal not sowe: and he that hath respecte vnto the cloudes, shal not reape.
9 Who so couereth another mans offence, seketh loue: but he yt discloseth the faute, setteth frendes at variaunce.
20 and teach them to kepe all thinges, what soeuer I haue commaunded you. And lo, I am with you euery daye vnto the ende of the worlde.
18 I wil not leaue you cofortles, I come vnto you.
13 I can do all thinges thorow Christ, which stregtheth me.
4 For the wapens of oure warre are not fleshly, but mightie before God to cast downe stroge holdes, 5 wherwith we ouerthrowe ymaginacions, & euery hye thinge yt exalteth it selfe agaynst the knowlege of God, and brynge in to captiuyte all vnderstondinge to the obedience of Christ, 6 & are ready to take vengeaunce on all disobedience, whan youre obediece is fulfylled.
18 The LORDE is nye vnto them yt are contrite in hert, & wil helpe soch as be of an huble sprete.
16 Whe I heare this, my body is vexed, my lippes tremble at ye voyce therof, my bones corruppe, I am afrayed where I stonde. O that I might rest in the daye of trouble, that I might go vp vnto oure people, which are alredy prepared. 17 For the fyge trees shal not be grene, & the vynes shal beare no frute. The laboure of ye olyue shalbe but lost, and the londe shall bringe no corne: the shepe shalbe taken out of ye folde, and there shalbe no catell in ye stalles. 18 But as for me, I wil be glad in the LORDE, and will reioyce in God my Sauioure. 19 The LORDE God is my strength, he shall make my fete as the fete of hertes: & he which geueth ye victory, shal bringe me to my hye places, synginge vpon my psalmes.
27 He answered and sayde: Thou shalt loue thy LORDE God with all thy hert, with all thy soule, with all thy strength, and with all thy mynde, and thy neghboure as thy self.
4 which comforteth vs in all oure trouble: in so moch yt we are able to comforte them that are in eny maner of trouble, with the same comforte wher with we oure selues are comforted of God. 5 For as the affliccios of Christ are plenteous in vs, euen so is or cosolacion plenteous by Christ. 6 But whether we haue trouble or comforte, it is done for youre welth. Yf it be trouble, it is done for youre coforte and health, which health sheweth hir power, in that ye suffre the same affliccions which we suffre. Yf it be comforte, it is done also for youre comforte and health.
8 Furthermore brethren, whatsoeuer thinges are true, whatsoeuer thinges are honest, what soeuer thinges are iust, what so euer thinges are pure, what soeuer thinges pertayne to loue, whatsoeuer thinges are of honest reporte: yf there be eny vertuous thinge, yf there be eny laudable thinge,
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule) & all that is within me prayse his holy name. 2 Prayse the LORDE o my soule, & forget not all his benefites. 3 Which forgeueth all thy synnes, and healeth all thy infirmities. 4 Which saueth thy life from destruccion, and crowneth the with mercy & louynge kyndnesse. 5 Which satisfieth thy desyre with good thinges, makynge the yonge and lusty as an Aegle.
4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the. 2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone. 3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande. 4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. 5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh. 6 I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall. 7 I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe. 8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me. 9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge. 10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye. 11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
3 And thou, which art the doer and hast the matter in honde: shalt prouyde for peace, eue the peace yt me hope for in the.
13 The God off hope fyll you wt all ioye and peace in beleuynge, yt ye maye be plenteous in hope thorow ye power of the holy goost.
10 For godly sorowe causeth repentaunce vnto saluacion, not to be repented of: but worldly sorowe causeth death.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of. 2 Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes. 3 For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether. 4 Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me. 5 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it. 6 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence? 7 Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also. 8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see: 9 Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me. 10 Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye. 11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike. 12 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. 13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well. 14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth. 15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke: 16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them 17 How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them? 18 Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the. 19 Wilt thou not slaye ye wicked (oh God) that the bloudethyrstie mighte departe fro me? 20 For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously. 21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the? 22 Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies. 23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes. 24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
4 Reioyce in the LORDE allwaye, & agayne I saye, Reioyse.
3 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
25 Heuynesse discorageth ye herte of man, but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
13 Wherfore gyrde op the loynes off youre mynde, be sober, and trust perfectly on the grace that is brought vnto you, by the declarynge of Iesus Christ, 14 as obedient childre, not fasshionynge youre selues to yor olde lustes of ignoraunce: 15 but as he which hath called you is holy, eue so be ye holy also in all youre conuersacion: 16 for it it wrytte: Be ye holy, for I am holy.
31 But vnto them that haue the LORDE before their eyes, shal strength be encreased, Aegles wynges shal growe vpon them: When they runne, they shal not fall: and when they go, they shal not be weery.
4 And God shal wipe awaye all teares from their eyes. And there shalbe nomore deeth, nether sorowe, nether shal there be eny more payne, for ye olde thinges are gone.
7 For God hath not geuen vs the sprete of feare, but of power, and of loue, and of right vnderstondynge.
9 The LORDE is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble.
33 Seke ye fyrst the kyngdome of heauen and the righteousnes therof, so shal all these thynges be ministred vnto you.
11 Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
10 A thefe cometh not, but for to steale, kyll, and destroye. I am come, yt they might haue life, and haue it more abundauntly.
4 Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death, yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke coforte me.
2 And fashion not youre selues like vnto this worlde, but be chaunged thorow the renewynge off yor mynde, yt ye maye proue, what thinge that good, yt acceptable, & perfecte wil of God is.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue. 8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
5 For his wrath endureth but the twincklinge of an eye, and his pleasure is in life: heuynesse maye well endure for a night, but ioye commeth in the mornynge.
10 be not afrayde, for I wil be with ye. Lake not behinde ye, for I wil be thy God, to stregth ye, helpe ye, & to kepe ye with this right hode of myne.
7 Cast all youre care on him, for he careth for you.
11 For I knowe, what I haue deuysed for you, saieth the LORDE. My thoughtes are to geue you peace, & not trouble (which I geue you all redie) & that ye might haue hope agayne.
28 Come vnto me all ye that laboure and are laden, and I wil ease you.