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hill.

41:8. Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy
heights and thy billows have passed over me.

41:9. In the daytime the Lord hath commanded hismercy; and a canticle to
him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.

41:10. I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten
me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

41:11. Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who troubleme have
reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?

41:12. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me?
Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of
my countenance, and my God.

Psalms Chapter 42

Judica me, Deus.

The prophet aspireth after the temple and altar of God.

42:1. 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.

42:2. For thou art God my strrength: why hast thou cast me off? and why
do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?

42:3. Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and
brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.

42:4. And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my
youth.

42:5. 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?

42:6. Hope in God, for I will still give pralise to him: the salvation
of my countenance, and my God.

Psalms Chapter 43

Deus auribus nostris.

The church commemorates former favours, and present afflictions; under
which she prays for succour.

43:1. Unto the end, for the sons of Core, to give understanding.

43:2. We have heard, O God, with our ears: our fathers have declared to
us, The work thou hast wrought in their days, and in the days of old.

43:3. Thy hand destroyed the Gentiles, and thou plantedst them: thou
didst aflict the people and cast them out.

43:4. For they got not the possession of the land by their own sword:
neither did their own arm save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and
the light of thy countenance: because thou wast pleased with them.

43:5. Thou art thyself my king andmy God, who commandest the saving of
Jacob.

43:6. Through thee we will push down our enemies with the horn: and
through thy name we will despise them that rise up against us.

43:7. For I will not trust in my bow: neither