Psalm 41

Beatus qui intelligit

Blessed is he that considereth the poor and needy *

the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble.

The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth *

and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies.

The Lord comfort him, when he lieth sick upon his bed *

make thou all his bed in his sickness.

I said, Lord, be merciful unto me *

heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.

Mine enemies speak evil of me *

When shall he die, and his name perish?

And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity *

and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself, and when he cometh forth he telleth it.

All mine enemies whisper together against me *

even against me do they imagine this evil.

Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him *

and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more.

Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted *

who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.

But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord *

raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.

By this I know thou favourest me *

that mine enemy doth not triumph against me.

And when I am in my health, thou upholdest me *

and shalt set me before thy face for ever.

Blessed be the Lord God of Israel *

world without end. Amen.

Psalm 42

Quemadmodum

Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks *

so longeth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God *

when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

My tears have been my meat day and night *

while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?

Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself *

for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;

In the voice of praise and thanksgiving *

among such as keep holy-day.

Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul *

and why art thou so disquieted within me?

Put thy trust in God *

for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.

My God, my soul is vexed within me *

therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.

One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes *

all thy waves and storms are gone over me.

The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time *

and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me *

why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?

My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword *

while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;

Namely, while they say daily unto me *

Where is now thy God?

Why art thou so vexed, O my soul *

and why art thou so disquieted within me?

O put thy trust in God *

for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43

Judica me, Deus

Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people *

O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.

For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from thee *

and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?

O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me *

and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.

And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness *

and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God.

Why art thou so heavy, O my soul *

and why art thou so disquieted within me?

O put thy trust in God *

for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.