The Psalmes Of David In Meeter Newly translated, and diligently compared with the Originall Text, and former Translations: More plaine, smooth, and agreeable to the Text, then any heretofore. Allowed by the Authority of the Generall Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland, and appointed to be sung in Congregations and Families [by Francis Rous] |
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PSAL. XLII.
Like as the hart for water-brooks
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.
My soul for God, the living God,
doth thirst, when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in Gods sight appear?
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.
My soul for God, the living God,
doth thirst, when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in Gods sight appear?
My tears have unto me been meat,
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God, they say?
My soul is poured out in me,
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God, they say?
My soul is poured out in me,
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
With them into Gods house I went,
with voice of joy and praise,
Yea, with the multitude, that kept
the solemn holy dayes.
O why art thou cast down my soul,
why in me so dismaid?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
his countenance is mine aid.
with voice of joy and praise,
Yea, with the multitude, that kept
the solemn holy dayes.
O why art thou cast down my soul,
why in me so dismaid?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
his countenance is mine aid.
My God, my soul's cast down in me:
thee therefore minde I wil
From Jordans land, the Hermonites,
and ev'n from Mizar hil.
At the noise of thy water spouts,
deep unto deep doth call.
Thy breaking waves passe over me,
yea, and thy billows all.
thee therefore minde I wil
From Jordans land, the Hermonites,
and ev'n from Mizar hil.
At the noise of thy water spouts,
deep unto deep doth call.
Thy breaking waves passe over me,
yea, and thy billows all.
His loving kindnesse yet the Lord
command wil in the day,
His song's with me by night to God,
by whom I live, I'le pray
And I wil say to God, my rock,
why me forgets thou so?
Why for my foes oppression,
thus mourning do I go?
command wil in the day,
His song's with me by night to God,
by whom I live, I'le pray
And I wil say to God, my rock,
why me forgets thou so?
Why for my foes oppression,
thus mourning do I go?
It's as a sword within my bones,
when my foes me upbraid:
Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God,
it's daily to me said?
O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why, thus with grief opprest?
Art thou disquieted in me?
in God stil hope and rest;
when my foes me upbraid:
Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God,
it's daily to me said?
O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why, thus with grief opprest?
Art thou disquieted in me?
in God stil hope and rest;
For yet I know I shal him praise,
who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
yea, mine own God is he.
who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
yea, mine own God is he.
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