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| 42:1 | [To the chiefe Musician, Maschil, for the sonnes of Korah.] As the Hart panteth after the water brookes, so panteth my soule after thee, O God. |
| 42:2 | My soule thirsteth for God, for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before God? |
| 42:3 | My teares haue bene my meate day and night; while they continually say vnto me, Where is thy God? |
| 42:4 | When I remember these things, I powre out my soule in mee; for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God; with the voyce of ioy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day. |
| 42:5 | Why art thou cast downe, O my soule, and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the helpe of his countenance. |
| 42:6 | O my God, my soule is cast downe within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Iordane, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Missar. |
| 42:7 | Deepe calleth vnto deepe at the noyse of thy water-spouts: all thy waues, and thy billowes are gone ouer me. |
| 42:8 | Yet the Lord will command his louing kindnes in the day time, and in the night his song shalbe with me, and my prayer vnto the God of my life. |
| 42:9 | I will say vnto God, My rocke, why hast thou forgotten me? why goe I mourning, because of the oppression of the enemy? |
| 42:10 | As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproch mee: while they say dayly vnto me, Where is thy God? |
| 42:11 | Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. |
| 42:1 | Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God |
| 42:2 | My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde |
| 42:3 | My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God |
| 42:4 | And I powred out of me my very heart, remembryng this howe that before tyme I haue passed with a great number, bringyng the vnto the house of the Lord: with a voyce of ioy & prayse, & with a company that kept holy day |
| 42:5 | Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation |
| 42:6 | My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim |
| 42:7 | One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me |
| 42:8 | God wyll graunt his louing kindnesse on the day tyme: and in the nyght season I wyll syng of hym, and make my prayer vnto the Lorde of my lyfe |
| 42:9 | I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie |
| 42:10 | It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde |
| 42:11 | Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde |
| 42:1 | To him that excelleth. A Psalme to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God. |
| 42:2 | My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God? |
| 42:3 | My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God? |
| 42:4 | When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast. |
| 42:5 | Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence. |
| 42:6 | My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar. |
| 42:7 | One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me. |
| 42:8 | The Lord will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life. |
| 42:9 | I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me? |
| 42:10 | My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God? |
| 42:11 | Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God. |
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