Study Desk

Lord , don't leave me. My God, stay close to me.

He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see what he did and worship him. They will put their trust in the Lord .

Lord my God, you have done many amazing things! You have made great plans for us—too many to list. I could talk on and on about them, because there are too many to count.

My God, I am happy to do whatever you want. I never stop thinking about your teachings."

My Lord, I am only a poor, helpless man, but please pay attention to me. You are my helper, the one who can save me. My God, don't be too late.

Praise the Lord , the God of Israel. He always was, and he always will be. Amen and Amen!

To the director: A maskil from the Korah family. Like a deer drinking from a stream, I reach out to you, my God.

My soul thirsts for the living God. When can I go to meet with him?

Instead of food, I have only tears day and night, as my enemies laugh at me and say, "Where is your God?"

Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, "Wait for God's help! You will again be able to praise him, your God, the one who will save you." In my sadness I say, "I will remember you from here on this small hill, where Mount Hermon and the Jordan River meet." <

I hear the roar of the water coming from deep within the earth. It shouts to the water below as it tumbles down the waterfall. God, your waves come one after another, crashing all around and over me.

By day the Lord shows his faithful love, and at night I have a song for him—a prayer for the God of my life.

I say to God, my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I suffer this sadness that my enemies have brought me?"

Their constant insults are killing me. They never stop asking, "Where is your God?"

Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, "Wait for God's help! You will again be able to praise him, your God, the one who will save you."

Defend me, God. Argue my case against those people who don't know you. Protect me from those evil liars.

God, you are my place of safety. Why have you turned me away? Why must I suffer this sadness that my enemies have brought me?

I want to go to God's altar, to the God who makes me so very happy. God, my God, I want to play my harp and sing praises to you!

Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, "Wait for God's help! You will again have a chance to praise him, your God, the one who will save you."

To the director: A maskil from the Korah family. God, we have heard about you. Our fathers told us what you did in their lifetime. They told us what you did long ago.