Psalm 41-42 The Message Bible

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A Prayer for Healing

41 1  Dignify those who are down on their luck; you'll feel good - that's what God does. 2  God looks after us all, makes us robust with life - Lucky to be in the land, we're free from enemy worries. 3  Whenever we're sick and in bed, God becomes our nurse, nurses us back to health. 4  I said, "God, be gracious! Put me together again - my sins have torn me to pieces."

5  My enemies are wishing the worst for me; they make bets on what day I will die. 6  If someone comes to see me, he mouths empty platitudes, All the while gathering gossip about me to entertain the street-corner crowd. 7  These "friends" who hate me whisper slanders all over town. They form committees to plan misery for me. 8  The rumor goes out, "He's got some dirty, deadly disease. The doctors have given up on him." 9  Even my best friend, the one I always told everything - he ate meals at my house all the time! - has bitten my hand. 10  God, give grace, get me up on my feet. I'll show them a thing or two. 11  Meanwhile, I'm sure you're on my side - no victory shouts yet from the enemy camp! 12  You know me inside and out, you hold me together, you never fail to stand me tall in your presence so I can look you in the eye. 13  Blessed is God, Israel's God, always, always, always. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Thirsting for God

42 1  A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God. 2  I'm thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, "Will I ever make it - arrive and drink in God's presence?" 3  I'm on a diet of tears - tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, "Where is this God of yours?" 4  These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life. I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving - celebrating, all of us, God's feast! 5  Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God - soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.

6  When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you, From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar. 7  Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me. 8  Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night! My life is God's prayer. 9  Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, "Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?" 10  They're out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day, "Where is this God of yours?" 11  Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God - soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.

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