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Psalm 42–43

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Psalm 42

To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah.

As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living •God: when shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude. Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, for the health of his countenance.

6My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar. 7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me. 8In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the •God of my life. 9I will say unto •God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? 11Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43

1Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation; deliver me from the deceitful and unrighteous man. 2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou cast me off? why go I about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 3Send out thy light and thy truth: they shall lead me, they shall bring me to thy holy mount, and unto thy habitations. 4Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto the •God of the gladness of my joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God, my God. 5Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

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