THE
BOOK OF PSALMS
Psalms 42-44
To the chief Musician, Maschil,
for the sons of Korah.
1
¶ As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul
pants for you, O God.
2
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when will I come and appear before
God?
3
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
4
As I pour out my soul before him, I remember how I used to lead the multitude
to the house of God, with joyful shouting and praise, as the crowd celebrated a
holyday.
5
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are
you in such a turmoil? Put your hope in God: for I will yet praise him, my
savior and my God.
6
¶ O my God, my soul is weighed down within me: therefore I will remember you
from the
7
Where the floods resound and the waterfalls roar: all your breakers and rolling
waves have gone over me.
8
Yet the LORD will send his loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the
night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
9
I will say to God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why must I go on mourning while the enemy oppresses me?
10
My enemies taunt me, as if driving a sword into my bones; while they
daily say to me, Where is your God?
11
Why are you weighed down, O my soul? and why are you
in turmoil within me? trust in God: for I will yet
praise him, as my savior and my God.
Psalm
43
1
¶ Judge me, O God, and plead my case against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from a deceitful and evil people.
2
For you are the God in whom I take refuge: why have you forsaken me? why must I go about in sorrow because of the oppression of
the enemy?
3
O send out your light and your truth: let them lead me; let them bring me to
your holy hill, and to your tabernacles.
4
Then will I go to the altar of God, to God the joy of my life: yea, I will
praise you upon the harp, O God my God.
5
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you
disquieted within me? hope in God: for I will yet
praise him, who is my savior, and my God.
Psalm
44
To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil.
1
¶ We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what
work you did in their days, in the times of old.
2
How you drove out the heathen with your hand, and planted them; how
you afflicted the people, and threw them out.
3
For they did not take the land as a possession by their own sword, nor did
their own arm save them: but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of
your face did it, because you showed favor to them.
4
You are my King, O God: command victories for Jacob.
5
Through you we pushed down our enemies: through your name we trampled those who
rose up against us.
6
For I will not trust in my bow, nor will my sword save me.
7
But you have saved us from our enemies, and have put to shame those who hated
us.
8
In God we boast all the day long, and praise your name forever. Selah.
9
¶ But now you have cast us off, and put
us to shame; and do not go out with our armies.
10
You cause us to retreat from the enemy: and those who hate us take spoil for
themselves.
11
You have made us like sheep intended for meat; and have scattered us
among the heathen.
12
You sell your people for nothing, and have not increased your wealth by
their price.
13
You make us a reproach to our neighbors, and cause those around us to
mock and make fun of us.
14
You make us a byword among the heathen, so that the people shake their heads at
us.
15
My disgrace is continually before me, and my face is covered with shame,
16
Because of the voice of those who insult and revile us; because of the
enemy and avenger.
17
¶ All this has come upon us; yet we have not forgotten
you, nor were we untrue to your covenant.
18
Our heart has not turned away, nor have our steps departed from your way;
19
Though you have crushed us in a place of reptiles, and covered us with deep
gloom.
20
If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a
strange god;
21
Will not God discover this? for he knows the secrets
of the heart.
22
Because of you we are slain all day long; we are counted as sheep for the
slaughter.
23
Wake up, why are you sleeping, O Lord? arise, do not
reject us forever.
24
Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and oppression?
25
For our lives are bowed down in the dust: our bellies cling to the earth.
26
Arise and help us, and redeem us for the sake of your mercy.