Myself I did behave as he had been my friend or brother; I heavily bow'd down, as one that mourneth for his mother.
Psalm 42:5 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: For I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God. American Standard Version (1901) Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance. Common English Bible Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed? Why are you so upset inside? Hope in God! Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God. Catholic Public Domain Version Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version 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? |
Myself I did behave as he had been my friend or brother; I heavily bow'd down, as one that mourneth for his mother.
Rest in the Lord, and patiently wait for him: do not fref For him who, prosp'ring in his way, success in sin doth get.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest: For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.
Why art thou then cast down, my soul? what should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me? Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: He of my count'nance is the health, my God that doth me save.
For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.
From th' utmost corner of the land my cry to thee I'll send. What time my heart is overwhelm'd, and in perplexity, Do thou me lead unto the Rock that higher is than I.
But I with expectation will hope continually; And yet with praises more and more I will thee magnify.
I to remembrance God did call, yet trouble did remain; And overwhelm'd my spirit was, whilst I did sore complain.