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I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever.

For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before 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 For the help of his countenance.

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, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Maschil. We have heard with our ears, O God, Our fathers have told us, What work thou didst in their days, In the days of old.

For they gat 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 wast favorable unto them.

Thou art my King, O God: Command deliverance for Jacob.

For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall my sword save me.

In God have we made our boast all the day long, And we will give thanks unto thy name for ever. Selah

Thou makest us to turn back from the adversary; And they that hate us take spoil for themselves.

Thou hast made us like sheep appointed for food, And hast scattered us among the nations.

Thou sellest thy people for nought, And hast not increased thy wealth by their price.

For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth, By reason of the enemy and the avenger.

Will not God search this out? For he knoweth the secrets of the heart.

Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? Arise, cast us not off for ever.