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Chapter 41

1Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. 2As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God. 3My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God? 4My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God? 5These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me : for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God : With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting. 6Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance, 7and my God. My soul is troubled within myself : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill. 8Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me. 9In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life. 10I will say to God : Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me? 11Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day : Where is thy God? 12Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance, and my God.

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