The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 41
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(To the choir-master. A maskil. Of the sons of Core.)
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O God, my whole soul longs for thee, as a deer for running water;
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my whole soul thirsts for God, the living God; shall I never again make my pilgrimage into God’s presence?
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Morning and evening, my diet still of tears! Daily I must listen to the taunt, Where is thy God now?
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Memories come back to me yet, melting the heart; how once I would join with the throng, leading the way to God’s house, amid cries of joy and thanksgiving, and all the bustle of holiday.
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Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.

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In my sad mood I will think of thee, here in this land of Jordan and Hermon, here on Misar mountain.
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One depth makes answer to another amid the roar of the floods thou sendest; wave after wave, crest after crest overwhelms me.
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Would he but lighten the day with his mercy, what praise would I sing at evening to the Lord God who is life for me!
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Thou art my stronghold, I cry out to him still; hast thou never a thought for me? Must I go mourning, with enemies pressing me hard;
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racked by the ceaseless taunts of my persecutors, Where is thy God now?
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Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.