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    Psalm 41  
     
1
  Blessed are those who consider the poor and needy; 
the Lord will deliver them in the time of trouble.
     
2
  The Lord preserves them and restores their life,
    that they may be happy in the land; 
he will not hand them over to the will of their enemies.
     
3
  The Lord sustains them on their sickbed; 
their sickness, Lord, you will remove.
     
4
  And so I said, 'Lord, be merciful to me; 
heal me, for I have sinned against you.'
     
     
5
  My enemies speak evil about me, 
asking when I shall die and my name perish.
     
6
  If they come to see me, they utter empty words; 
their heart gathers mischief;
    when they go out, they tell it abroad.
     
7
  All my enemies whisper together against me, 
against me they devise evil,
     
8
  Saying that a deadly thing has laid hold on me, 
and that I will not rise again from where I lie.
     
9
  Even my bosom friend, whom I trusted,
    who ate of my bread, 
has lifted up his heel against me.
     
     
10
  But you, O Lord, be merciful to me 
and raise me up, that I may reward them.
     
11
  By this I know that you favour me, 
that my enemy does not triumph over me.
     
12
  Because of my integrity you uphold me 
and will set me before your face for ever.
     
13
  Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, 
from everlasting to everlasting.  Amen and Amen.
     
    Psalm 42  
     
1
  As the deer longs for the water brooks, 
so longs my soul for you, O God.
     
2
  My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; 
when shall I come before the presence of God?
     
3
  My tears have been my bread day and night, 
while all day long they say to me, 'Where is now your God?'
     
4
  Now when I think on these things, I pour out my soul: 
how I went with the multitude
    and led the procession to the house of God,
     
5
  With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, 
among those who kept holy day.
     
6
  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, 
and why are you so disquieted within me?
     
7
  O put your trust in God; 
for I will yet give him thanks,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

     
     
8
  My soul is heavy within me; 
therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan,
    and from Hermon and the hill of Mizar.
     
9
  Deep calls to deep in the thunder of your waterfalls; 
all your breakers and waves have gone over me.
     
10
  The Lord will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; 
through the night his song will be with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.
     
11
  I say to God my rock,
    'Why have you forgotten me, 
and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresses me?'
     
12
  As they crush my bones, my enemies mock me; 
while all day long they say to me, 'Where is now your God?'
     
13
  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, 
and why are you so disquieted within me?
     
14
  O put your trust in God; 
for I will yet give him thanks,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
     
    Psalm 43  
     
1
  Give judgement for me, O God,
    and defend my cause against an ungodly people; 
deliver me from the deceitful and the wicked.
     
2
  For you are the God of my refuge;
    why have you cast me from you, 
and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresses me?
     
3
  O send out your light and your truth, that they may lead me, 
and bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling,
     
4
  That I may go to the altar of God,
    to the God of my joy and gladness; 
and on the lyre I will give thanks to you, O God my God.
     
5
  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul,  
and why are you so disquieted within me?
     
6
  O put your trust in God; 
for I will yet give him thanks,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
     
    Psalm 44  
     
1
  We have heard with our ears, O God, our forebears have told us, 
all that you did in their days, in time of old;
     
2
  How with your hand you drove out nations and planted us in, 
and broke the power of peoples and set us free.
     
3
  For not by their own sword did our ancestors take the land 
nor did their own arm save them,
     
4
  But your right hand, your arm, and the light of your countenance, 
because you were gracious to them.
     
     
5
  You are my King and my God, 
who commanded salvation for Jacob.
     
6
  Through you we drove back our adversaries; 
through your name we trod down our foes.
     
7
  For I did not trust in my bow; 
it was not my own sword that saved me;
     
8
  It was you that saved us from our enemies 
and put our adversaries to shame.
     
9
  We gloried in God all the day long, 
and were ever praising your name.
     
     
10
  But now you have rejected us and brought us to shame, 
and go not out with our armies.
     
11
  You have made us turn our backs on our enemies, 
and our enemies have despoiled us.
     
12
  You have made us like sheep to be slaughtered, 
and have scattered us among the nations.
     
13
  You have sold your people for a pittance 
and made no profit on their sale.
     
14
  You have made us the taunt of our neighbours, 
the scorn and derision of those that are round about us.
     
15
  You have made us a byword among the nations; 
among the peoples they wag their heads.
     
     
16
  My confusion is daily before me, 
and shame has covered my face,
     
17
  At the taunts of the slanderer and reviler, 
at the sight of the enemy and avenger.
     
18
  All this has come upon us,
    though we have not forgotten you 
and have not played false to your covenant.
     
19
  Our hearts have not turned back, 
nor our steps gone out of your way,
     
20
  Yet you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, 
and covered us with the shadow of death.
     
21
  If we have forgotten the name of our God, 
or stretched out our hands to any strange god,
     
22
  Will not God search it out? 
For he knows the secrets of the heart.
     
23
  But for your sake are we killed all the day long, 
and are counted as sheep for the slaughter.
     
     
24
  Rise up! Why sleep, O Lord? 
Awake, and do not reject us for ever.
     
25
  Why do you hide your face 
and forget our grief and oppression?
     
26
  Our soul is bowed down to the dust; 
our belly cleaves to the earth.
     
27
  Rise up, O Lord, to help us 
and redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love.
     
    Psalm 45  
     
1
  My heart is astir with gracious words; 
as I make my song for the king,
    my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
     
2
  You are the fairest of men; 
full of grace are your lips,
    for God has blest you for ever.
     
3
  Gird your sword upon your thigh, O mighty one; 
gird on your majesty and glory.
     
4
  Ride on and prosper in the cause of truth 
and for the sake of humility and righteousness.
     
5
  Your right hand will teach you terrible things; 
your arrows will be sharp in the heart of the king's enemies,
    so that peoples fall beneath you.
     
6
  Your throne is God's throne, for ever; 
the sceptre of your kingdom is the sceptre of righteousness.
     
7
  You love righteousness and hate iniquity; 
therefore God, your God, has anointed you
    with the oil of gladness above your fellows.
     
8
  All your garments are fragrant with myrrh, aloes and cassia; 
from ivory palaces the music of strings makes you glad.
     
9
  Kings' daughters are among your honourable women; 
at your right hand stands the queen in gold of Ophir.
     
     
10
  Hear, O daughter; consider and incline your ear; 
forget your own people and your father's house.
     
11
  So shall the king have pleasure in your beauty; 
he is your lord, so do him honour.
     
12
  The people of Tyre shall bring you gifts; 
the richest of the people shall seek your favour.
     
13
  The king's daughter is all glorious within; 
her clothing is embroidered cloth of gold.
     
14
  She shall be brought to the king in raiment of needlework; 
after her the virgins that are her companions.
     
15
  With joy and gladness shall they be brought 
and enter into the palace of the king.
     
16
  'Instead of your fathers you shall have sons, 
whom you shall make princes over all the land.
     
17
  'I will make your name to be remembered through all generations; 
therefore shall the peoples praise you for ever and ever.'
     
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