God

Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

I--I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'

And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.

By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

Blessed is Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age--and unto the age. Amen and Amen.

To the Overseer. --An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where is thy God?'

These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance--My God!

In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song is with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where is thy God?'

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,

For thou art the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They--they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles.

And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, O God, my God.

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

To the Overseer. --By sons of Korah. An Instruction. O God, with our ears we have heard, Our fathers have recounted to us, The work Thou didst work in their days, In the days of old.

Thou, with Thy hand, nations hast dispossessed. And Thou dost plant them. Thou afflictest peoples, and sendest them away.

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.