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2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of Chapter 42
water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and dis-
3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living
tinguish my cause from the nation that is not
God; when shall I come and appear before the
holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful
face of God?
man.
4 My tears have been my bread day and night, 2 For thou art God my strrength: why hast
whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God? thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful
5 These things I remembered, and poured out whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place 3 Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have
of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy
God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise hill, and into thy tabernacles.
of one feasting. 4 And I will go in to the altar of God: to God
who giveth joy to my youth.
6 Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why
5 To thee, O God my God, I will give praise
dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will
upon the harp: why art thou sad, O my soul?
still give praise to him: the salvation of my coun-
and why dost thou disquiet me?
tenance,
6 Hope in God, for I will still give pralise to
7 And my God. My soul is troubled within him: the salvation of my countenance, and my
my self: therefore will I remember thee from the God.
land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little
hill.
Chapter 43
8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy
flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have
Unto the end, for the sons of Core, to give un-
passed over me.
derstanding.
9 In the daytime the Lord hath commanded 2 We have heard, O God, with our ears: our
hismercy; and a canticle to him in the night. fathers have declared to us, The work thou hast
With me is prayer to the God of my life. wrought in their days, and in the days of old.
3 Thy hand destroyed the Gentiles, and thou
10 I will say to God: Thou art my support.
plantedst them: thou didst aflict the people and
Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I
cast them out.
mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
4 For they got not the possession of the land
11 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies by their own sword: neither did their own arm
who troubleme have reproached me; Whilst they
save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and
say to me day be day: Where is thy God?
the light of thy countenance: because thou wast
12 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and pleased with them.
why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, 5 Thou art thyself my king andmy God, who
for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of commandest the saving of Jacob.
my countenance, and my God. 6 Through thee we will push down our enemies