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The Book of Psalms
Psalm 42
Judica me, Deus.
The prophet aspireth after the temple and altar of God.
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A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man. |
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For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me? |
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Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles. |
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And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth. |
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To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? |
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Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God. |
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