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PS 41:1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
PS 41:2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
PS 41:3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
PS 41:4 My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?
PS 41:5 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me : for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God : With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
PS 41:6 Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance,
PS 41:7 and my God. My soul is troubled within myself : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
PS 41:8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
PS 41:9 In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
PS 41:10 I will say to God : Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
PS 41:11 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day : Where is thy God?
PS 41:12 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance, and my God.