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Why art thou cast downe, O my soule, and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the helpe of his countenance.

O my God, my soule is cast downe within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Iordane, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Missar.

Yet the Lord will command his louing kindnes in the day time, and in the night his song shalbe with me, and my prayer vnto the God of my life.

I will say vnto God, My rocke, why hast thou forgotten me? why goe I mourning, because of the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproch mee: while they say dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?

Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Iudge mee, O God, and plead my cause against an vngodly nation; O deliuer me from the deceitfull and vniust man.

For thou art the God of my strength, why doest thou cast me off? why goe I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Then will I goe vnto the Altar of God, vnto God my exceeding ioy: yea vpon the harpe will I praise thee, O God, my God.

Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

[To the chiefe Musician for the sonnes of Korah.] Wee haue heard with our eares, O God, our fathers haue told vs, what worke thou didst in their dayes, in the times of old.

Thou art my King, O God: command deliuerances for Iacob.

In God we boast all the day long: and praise thy Name for euer. Selah.

If wee haue forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange God:

Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.

Thou art fairer then the children of men: grace is powred into thy lips: therfore God hath blessed thee for euer.

Thy throne (O God) is for euer and euer: the scepter of thy kingdome is a right scepter.

Thou louest righteousnesse, and hatest wickednesse: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oyle of gladnesse aboue thy fellowes.

[To the chiefe Musician for the sonnes of Korah, a song vpon Alamoth.] God is our refuge and strength: a very present helpe in trouble.

There is a riuer, the streames wherof shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the Tabernacles of the most High.