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Let such as love thy salvation say continually, The
Lord be magnified. But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh up
Thou art my help and my deliverer;
A Psalm of David
enemies. The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of lan
Against me do they devise my hurt.
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.
Maschil, for the sons of Korah
God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul
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
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,
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.
We have heard with our ears, O God,
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
sword save me.