Let such as love thy salvation say continually, The

Lord be magnified. But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh up

on me:

Thou art my help and my deliverer;
Make no tarrying, O my God.

XLI
To the chief Musician

A Psalm of David
Blessed is he that considereth the poor:
The Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive;
And he shall be blessed upon the earth:
And thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his

enemies. The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of lan

guishing:
Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
I said, Lord, be merciful unto me:
Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Mine enemies speak evil of me,
When shall he die, and his name perish?
And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity:
His heart gathereth iniquity to itself;
When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
All that hate me whisper together against me:

Against me do they devise my hurt.
An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him:
And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,
Which did eat of my bread,
Hath lifted

up

his heel against me. But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, And raise me up, that I may requite them. By this I know that thou favourest me, Because mine enemy oth not triumph over me. And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever. Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting,

and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

XLII
To the chief Musician

Maschil, for the sons of Korah
As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night,
While they continually say unto me, Where is thy

God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul

in me:

For I had gone with the multitude, I went with them

to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude

that kept holyday. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art

thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance. 0 my God, my soul is cast down within me: there

fore will I remember thee From the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites,

from the hill Mizar. Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water

spouts; All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in

the daytime, And in the night his song shall be with me, And my prayer unto the God of

my

life. I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou for

gotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the

enemy? As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach

me; While they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? 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.

XLIII

Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an

ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man. For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou

cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of

the enemy? O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; Let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy

tabernacles. Then will I go unto the altar of God, Unto God my exceeding joy: Yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art

thou disquieted within me? Hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, Who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

XLIV
To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah

Maschil

We have heard with our ears, O God,
Our fathers have told us,

What work thou didst in their days, in the times of

old. How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand,

and plantedst them; How thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out. For they got not the land in possession by their own

sword, Neither did their own arm save them: But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of

thy countenance, Because thou hadst a favour unto them. Thou art my King, O God: Command deliverances for Jacob. Through thee will we push down our enemies: Through thy name will we tread them under that

rise up against us. For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall

my

sword save me.
But thou hast saved us from our enemies,
And hast put them to shame that hated us.
In God we boast all the day long,
And praise thy name for ever.

Selah.
But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame;
And goest not forth with our armies.
Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy:
And they which hate us spoil for themselves.
Thou hast given us like sheep appointed for meat;