40:17 And I [am] poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer [art] Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.
41:1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.
41:2 Jehovah doth preserve him and revive him, He is happy in the land, And Thou givest him not into the will of his enemies.
41:3 Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.
41:4 I — I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,’
41:5 Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth — his name hath perished!
41:6 And if he came to see — vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out — at the street he speaketh.
41:7 All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:
41:8 A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.
41:9 Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,
41:10 And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.
41:11 By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.
41:12 As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.
41:13 Blessed [is] Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age — and unto the age. Amen and Amen.
42:1 To the Overseer. — An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.
42:2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
42:3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where [is] thy God?’
42:4 These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!
42:5 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance — My God!
42:6 In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
42:7 Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
42:8 By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
42:9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
42:10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where [is] thy God?’