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Psalms 42; Psalms 43
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Psalms 42
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To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God.
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My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?
3
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
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These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
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Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help
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and my God. My soul is cast down within me, therefore I remember thee from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
7
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of thy cataracts; all thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
8
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love; and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
9
I say to God, my rock: "Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
10
As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
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Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Psalms 43
1
Vindicate me, O God, and defend my cause against an ungodly people; from deceitful and unjust men deliver me!
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For thou art the God in whom I take refuge; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
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Oh send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me, let them bring me to thy holy hill and to thy dwelling!
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Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and I will praise thee with the lyre, O God, my God.
5
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.