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Psalm 39 

For the Chief Musician, Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.

1I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me. 2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred. 3My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned: Then spake I with my tongue: 4Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am. 5Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah 6Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them. 7And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. 8Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish. 9I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it. 10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand. 11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah 12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were. 13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.

Psalm 40  For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1I waited patiently for Jehovah; And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. 2He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. 3And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in Jehovah. 4Blessed is the man that maketh Jehovah his trust, And respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies. 5Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward; They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered. 6Sacrifice and offering thou hast no delight in; Mine ears hast thou opened: Burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not required. 7Then said I, Lo, I am come; In the roll of the book it is written of me: 8I delight to do thy will, O my God; Yea, thy law is within my heart. 9I have proclaimed glad tidings of righteousness in the great assembly; Lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Jehovah, thou knowest. 10I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation; I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great assembly. 11Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Jehovah; Let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. 12For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me. 13Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me: Make haste to help me, O Jehovah. 14Let them be put to shame and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt. 15Let them be desolate by reason of their shame That say unto me, Aha, aha. 16Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: Let such as love thy salvation say continually, Jehovah be magnified. 17But I am poor and needy; Yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.

Psalm 41  For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1Blessed is he that considereth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil. 2Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive, And he shall be blessed upon the earth; And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies. 3Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness. 4I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee. 5Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish? 6And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it. 7All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt. 8An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more. 9Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me. 10But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them. 11By this I know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me. 12And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever. 13Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, From everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.  


Psalm 42 

For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah.

1As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God. 2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God? 3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? 4These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday. 5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance. 6O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. 7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. 8Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Even a prayer unto the God of my life. 9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? 11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43 

1Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: Oh deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man. 2For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 3Oh send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me: Let them bring me unto thy holy hill, And to thy tabernacles. 4Then will I go unto the altar of God, Unto God my exceeding joy; And upon the harp will I praise thee, O God, my God. 5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

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