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For even the man of my peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, lifted up his heel against me.

But thou didst help me because of mine innocence, and hast established me before thee for ever.

As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For they inherited not the land by their own sword, and their own arm did not deliver them; but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou wert well pleased in them.

Thou art indeed my King and my God, who commandest deliverances for Jacob.

For I will not trust in my bow, and my sword shall not save me.

For thou hast saved us from them that afflicted us, and hast put to shame them that hated us.

In God will we make our boast all the day, and to thy name will we give thanks for ever. Pause.

Thou hast turned us back before our enemies; and they that hated us spoiled for themselves.

Thou madest us as sheep for meat; and thou scatteredst us among the nations.

For thou hast laid us low in a place of affliction, and the shadow of death has covered us.

for he knows the secrets of the heart.

For, for thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for slaughter.

Awake, wherefore sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, and do not cast us off for ever.