Psalm 40–42

¹To the Overseer.—A Psalm of David. I have diligently expected Jehovah, And He inclineth to me, and heareth my cry,

²And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation—from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

³And He putteth in my mouth a new song, ‘Praise to our God.’ Many do see and fear, and trust in Jehovah.

⁴O the happiness of the man Who hath made Jehovah his trust, And hath not turned unto the proud, And those turning aside to lies.

⁵Much hast Thou done, Jehovah my God; Thy wonders and Thy thoughts toward us, There is none to arrange unto Thee, I declare and speak: They have been more than to be numbered.

⁶Sacrifice and present Thou hast not desired, Ears Thou hast prepared for me, Burnt and sin-offering Thou hast not asked.

⁷Then said I, ‘Lo, I have come,’ In the roll of the book it is written of me,

⁸To do Thy pleasure, my God, I have delighted, And Thy law is within my heart.

⁹I have proclaimed tidings of righteousness In the great assembly, lo, my lips I restrain not, O Jehovah, Thou hast known.

¹⁰Thy righteousness I have not concealed In the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and Thy salvation I have told, I have not hidden Thy kindness and Thy truth, To the great assembly.

¹¹Thou, O Jehovah, restrainest not Thy mercies from me, Thy kindness and Thy truth do continually keep me.

¹²For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.

¹³Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me, O Jehovah, for my help make haste.

¹⁴They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.

¹⁵They are desolate because of their shame, Who are saying to me, ‘Aha, aha.’

¹⁶All seeking Thee rejoice and are glad in Thee, Those loving Thy salvation say continually, ‘Jehovah is magnified.’

¹⁷And I am poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer art Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.

Psalm 41

¹To the Overseer.—A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

²Jehovah doth preserve him and revive him, He is happy in the land, And Thou givest him not into the will of his enemies.

³Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

⁴I—I said, ‘O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,’

⁵Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth—his name hath perished!

⁶And if he came to see—vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out—at the street he speaketh.

⁷All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:

⁸A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

⁹Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

¹⁰And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.

¹¹By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

¹²As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

¹³Blessed is Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age—and unto the age. Amen and Amen.

Psalm 42

¹To the Overseer.—An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

²My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

³My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, ‘Where is thy God?’

⁴These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

⁵What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance—My God!

⁶In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

⁷Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

⁸By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song is with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

⁹I say to God my rock, ‘Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

¹⁰With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, ‘Where is thy God?’

¹¹What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

Psalm 43