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Psalm 42
Scottish Metrical Psalter (1650)
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Vers 1
Like as the hart for water-brooks
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.
Vers 2
My soul for God, the living God,
doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in God’s sight appear?
doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in God’s sight appear?
Vers 3
My tears have unto me been meat,
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.
Vers 4
My soul is poured out in me,
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
Vers 5
With them into God’s house I went,
with voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
the solemn holy days.
with voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
the solemn holy days.
Vers 6
O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why in me so dismay’d?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
his count’nance is mine aid.
why in me so dismay’d?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
his count’nance is mine aid.
Vers 7
My God, my soul’s cast down in me;
thee therefore mind I will
From Jordan’s land, the Hermonites,
and ev’n from Mizar hill.
thee therefore mind I will
From Jordan’s land, the Hermonites,
and ev’n from Mizar hill.
Vers 8
At the noise of thy water-spouts
deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
yea, and thy billows all.
deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
yea, and thy billows all.
Vers 9
His loving-kindness yet the Lord
command will in the day,
His song’s with me by night; to God,
by whom I live, I’ll pray:
command will in the day,
His song’s with me by night; to God,
by whom I live, I’ll pray:
Vers 10
And I will say to God my rock,
Why me forgett’st thou so?
Why, for my foes’ oppression,
thus mourning do I go?
Why me forgett’st thou so?
Why, for my foes’ oppression,
thus mourning do I go?
Vers 11
’Tis as a sword within my bones,
when my foes me upbraid;
Ev’n when by them, Where is thy God?
’tis daily to me said.
when my foes me upbraid;
Ev’n when by them, Where is thy God?
’tis daily to me said.
Vers 12
O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why, thus with grief opprest,
Art thou disquieted in me?
in God still hope and rest:
why, thus with grief opprest,
Art thou disquieted in me?
in God still hope and rest:
Vers 13
For yet I know I shall him praise,
who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
yea, mine own God is he.
who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
yea, mine own God is he.
Scottish Metrical Psalter (1650)
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Psalm 42 is 'n psalm van Korach en behoort tot Boek II (Psalm 42–72) van die Psalter.
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