Psalms 42:11
Why 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 health of my countenance, and my God.
Why 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 health of my countenance, and my God.
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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 meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in 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 will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my 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 enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
4Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, 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 in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
14LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
1How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
14But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.
5My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
15For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.
14But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God.
1My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
7I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;
1In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
1Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
3I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
7In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.
29But I am poor and sorrowful: let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.
20Thou, which hast shewed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
1Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
9Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope.
7Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.
24The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
11Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
1Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
4Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.