Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.
The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.
Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case against an ungodly nation; O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man!
For You are the God of my strength; why have You rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Then I will go to the altar of God, To God my exceeding joy; And upon the lyre I shall praise You, O God, my God.
Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.
For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. O God, we have heard with our ears, Our fathers have told us The work that You did in their days, In the days of old.
You with Your own hand drove out the nations; Then You planted them; You afflicted the peoples, Then You spread them abroad.
For by their own sword they did not possess the land, And their own arm did not save them, But Your right hand and Your arm and the light of Your presence, For You favored them.
You cause us to turn back from the adversary; And those who hate us have taken spoil for themselves.
You give us as sheep to be eaten And have scattered us among the nations.
You make us a byword among the nations, A laughingstock among the peoples.
Because of the voice of him who reproaches and reviles, Because of the presence of the enemy and the avenger.
Yet You have crushed us in a place of jackals And covered us with the shadow of death.
If we had forgotten the name of our God Or extended our hands to a strange god,
Would not God find this out? For He knows the secrets of the heart.
For our soul has sunk down into the dust; Our body cleaves to the earth.
Rise up, be our help, And redeem us for the sake of Your lovingkindness.
For the choir director; according to the Shoshannim. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A Song of Love. My heart overflows with a good theme; I address my verses to the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men; Grace is poured upon Your lips; Therefore God has blessed You forever.
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously, For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness; Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under You; Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies; At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.
Then the King will desire your beauty. Because He is your Lord, bow down to Him.
The daughter of Tyre will come with a gift; The rich among the people will seek your favor.
The King’s daughter is all glorious within; Her clothing is interwoven with gold.
She will be led to the King in embroidered work; The virgins, her companions who follow her, Will be brought to You.
They will be led forth with gladness and rejoicing; They will enter into the King’s palace.
In place of your fathers will be your sons; You shall make them princes in all the earth.
I will cause Your name to be remembered in all generations; Therefore the peoples will give You thanks forever and ever.
For the choir director. A Psalm of the sons of Korah, set to Alamoth. A Song. God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the kingdoms tottered; He raised His voice, the earth melted.
The LORD of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah.
Come, behold the works of the LORD, Who has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth; He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two; He burns the chariots with fire.
“Cease striving and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
The LORD of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah.
For the choir director. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all peoples; Shout to God with the voice of joy.
For the LORD Most High is to be feared, A great King over all the earth.
He chooses our inheritance for us, The glory of Jacob whom He loves. Selah.
God has ascended with a shout, The LORD, with the sound of a trumpet.
For God is the King of all the earth; Sing praises with a skillful psalm.
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