Study Desk

O my God, my soul is in despair within me; Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God my rock, "Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me, While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.

Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case against an ungodly nation; O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man!

For You are the God of my strength; why have You rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Then I will go to the altar of God, To God my exceeding joy; And upon the lyre I shall praise You, O God, my God.

Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.

For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. O God, we have heard with our ears, Our fathers have told us The work that You did in their days, In the days of old.

You are my King, O God; Command victories for Jacob.

In God we have boasted all day long, And we will give thanks to Your name forever. Selah.

If we had forgotten the name of our God Or extended our hands to a strange god,

Would not God find this out? For He knows the secrets of the heart.

You are fairer than the sons of men; Grace is poured upon Your lips; Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.

You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With the oil of joy above Your fellows.

For the choir director. A Psalm of the sons of Korah, set to Alamoth. A Song. God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, The holy dwelling places of the Most High.

God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.