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But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, - My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!

I, said - O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:

Together - against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.

But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.

BOOK THE SECOND As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, - When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise. - a throng keeping festival.

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.

My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, - For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.

For, thou, art my defending God - Wherefore hast thou rejected me? Wherefore in gloom should I wander, because of the oppression of an enemy?

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me, Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence, and my God.

For, not by their own sword, gat they possession of the land, Nor did, their own arm, win victory for them, - But thine own right hand, and thine own arm, and the light of thy face, Because thou hadst accepted them.

For, not in my bow, will I trust, Nor shall, my sword, give me victory;

For thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And, them who hated us, hast thou put to shame.

Thou dost sell thy people for, no-value, And hast not made increase by their price.

Surely, for thy sake, have we been slain all the day, We have been accounted as sheep for slaughter.

For our soul, sinketh down to the dust, Our body, cleaveth to the earth.

Most beautiful thou art, beyond the sons of men, Graciousness hath been poured forth by thy lips, For this cause, hath God blessed thee, to times age-abiding.

Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated lawlessness, - For this cause, hath God, thine own God, anointed thee, With the oil of gladness, beyond thy partners.