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³The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, let him be called happy in the land;

And deliver not Thou him unto the greed of his enemies.

⁴The Lord support him upon the bed of illness;

Mayest Thou turn all his lying down in his sickness.

 

⁵As for me, I said: 'O Lord, be gracious unto me;

Heal my soul; for I have sinned against Thee.'

⁶Mine enemies speak evil of me:

'When shall he die, and his name perish?'

⁷And if one come to see me, he speaketh falsehood;

His heart gathereth iniquity to itself;

When he goeth abroad, he speaketh of it.

⁸All that hate me whisper together against me,

Against me do they devise my hurt:

⁹'An evil thing cleaveth fast unto him;

And now that he lieth, he shall rise up no more.'

¹⁰Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who did eat of my bread,

Hath lifted up his heel against me.

 

¹¹But Thou, O Lord, be gracious unto me, and raise me up,

That I may requite them.

¹²By this I know that Thou delightest in me,

That mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

¹³And as for me, Thou upholdest me because of mine integrity,

And settest me before Thy face for ever.

¹⁴Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel,

From everlasting and to everlasting.

Amen, and Amen.

ספר שני
BOOK II

42 For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah.

²As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

So panteth my soul after Thee, O God.

³My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:

'When shall I come and appear before God?'

⁴My tears have been my food day and night,

While they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'

⁵These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

How I passed on with the throng, and led them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

⁶Why art thou cast down, O my soul?

And why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him

For the salvation of His countenance.

 

⁷O my God, my soul is cast down within me;

Therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan,

And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

⁸Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts;

All Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.

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