Psalm 42

For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core.

¹ As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God. ² My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? ³ My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God? ⁴ I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.¹

⁵ Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

⁶ O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee

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from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill. ⁷ Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me. ⁸ By day the Lord will command his mercy, and ²manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life. ⁹ I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me? ¹⁰ While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

¹¹ Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43

A Psalm of David.

¹ Judge me, o God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man. ² For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me? ³ Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain, and to thy tabernacles. ⁴ And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God.

⁵ Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.