Psalm 41 (FULL)
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Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. (Psalm 41:1)
As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God. (Psalm 41:2)
My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God? (Psalm 41:3)
My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God? (Psalm 41:4)
These 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. (Psalm 41:5)
Why 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, (Psalm 41:6)
And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill. (Psalm 41:7)
Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me. (Psalm 41:8)
In 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. (Psalm 41:9)
I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me? (Psalm 41:10)
Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God? (Psalm 41:11)
Why 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. (Psalm 41:12)
Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. 2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God. 3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God? 4 My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God? 5 These 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. 6 Why 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, 7 And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill. 8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me. 9 In 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. 10 I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me? 11 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God? 12 Why 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.
(Psalm 41 DR)