Study Desk

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and

my God! Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember you— even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan, from the land of Mount Mizar.

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God!

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God!

"Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world."

"O my people, listen as I speak. Here are my charges against you, O Israel: I am God, your God!

But I am like an olive tree, thriving in the house of God. I will always trust in God's unfailing love.

Please listen and answer me, for I am overwhelmed by my troubles.

But you, O God, will send the wicked down to the pit of destruction. Murderers and liars will die young, but I am trusting you to save me.

I am constantly hounded by those who slander me, and many are boldly attacking me.

But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.

I am surrounded by fierce lions who greedily devour human prey— whose teeth pierce like spears and arrows, and whose tongues cut like swords.

My enemies have set a trap for me. I am weary from distress. They have dug a deep pit in my path, but they themselves have fallen into it. Interlude

But as for me, I will sing about your power. Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love. For you have been my refuge, a place of safety when I am in distress.

Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him.

That is why I am sacrificing burnt offerings to you— the best of my rams as a pleasing aroma, and a sacrifice of bulls and male goats. Interlude

Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can't find a foothold. I am in deep water, and the floods overwhelm me.

I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me.

O God, you know how foolish I am; my sins cannot be hidden from you.

I am the favorite topic of town gossip, and all the drunks sing about me.