Praise for Deliverance
40 1 I have diligently expected Jehovah, And He inclineth to me, and heareth my cry, 2 And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation—from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps. 3 And He putteth in my mouth a new song, 'Praise to our God.' Many do see and fear, and trust in Jehovah. 4 O the happiness of the man Who hath made Jehovah his trust, And hath not turned unto the proud, And those turning aside to lies. 5 Much hast Thou done, Jehovah my God; Thy wonders and Thy thoughts toward us, There is none to arrange unto Thee, I declare and speak: They have been more than to be numbered.
6 Sacrifice and present Thou hast not desired, Ears Thou hast prepared for me, Burnt and sin-offering Thou hast not asked. 7 Then said I, 'Lo, I have come,' In the roll of the book it is written of me, 8 To do Thy pleasure, my God, I have delighted, And Thy law 'is' within my heart. 9 I have proclaimed tidings of righteousness In the great assembly, lo, my lips I restrain not, O Jehovah, Thou hast known. 10 Thy righteousness I have not concealed In the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and Thy salvation I have told, I have not hidden Thy kindness and Thy truth, To the great assembly.
11 Thou, O Jehovah, restrainest not Thy mercies from me, Thy kindness and Thy truth do continually keep me. 12 For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me. 13 Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me, O Jehovah, for my help make haste. 14 They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil. 15 They are desolate because of their shame, Who are saying to me, 'Aha, aha.' 16 All seeking Thee rejoice and are glad in Thee, Those loving Thy salvation say continually, 'Jehovah is magnified.' 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.
A Prayer for Healing
41 1 O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him. 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. 3 Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness. 4 I—I said, 'O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'
5 Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth—his name hath perished! 6 And if he came to see—vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out—at the street he speaketh. 7 All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me: 8 A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again. 9 Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me, 10 And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them. 11 By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me. 12 As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age. 13 Blessed 'is' Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age—and unto the age. Amen and Amen.
Thirsting for God
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. 2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God? 3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where 'is' thy God?' 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! 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!
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. 7 Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me. 8 By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song 'is' with me, A prayer to the God of my life. 9 I say to God my rock, 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy? 10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where 'is' thy God?' 11 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
A Prayer for Vindication and Deliverance
43 1 Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me, 2 For thou 'art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy? 3 Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They—they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles. 4 And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, O God, my God. 5 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
Former Deliverances and Present Troubles
44 1 To the Overseer.—By sons of Korah. An Instruction. O God, with our ears we have heard, Our fathers have recounted to us, The work Thou didst work in their days, In the days of old. 2 Thou, 'with' Thy hand, nations hast dispossessed. And Thou dost plant them. Thou afflictest peoples, and sendest them away. 3 For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them. 4 Thou 'art' He, my king, O God, Command the deliverances of Jacob. 5 By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders, 6 For, not in my bow do I trust, And my sword doth not save me. 7 For Thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And those hating us Thou hast put to shame. 8 In God we have boasted all the day, And Thy name to the age we thank. Selah.
9 In anger Thou hast cast off and causest us to blush, And goest not forth with our hosts. 10 Thou causest us to turn backward from an adversary, And those hating us, Have spoiled for themselves. 11 Thou makest us food like sheep, And among nations Thou hast scattered us. 12 Thou sellest Thy people—without wealth, And hast not become great by their price. 13 Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a reproach to our surrounders. 14 Thou makest us a simile among nations, A shaking of the head among peoples. 15 All the day my confusion 'is' before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me. 16 Because of the voice of a reproacher and reviler, Because of an enemy and a self-avenger.
17 All this met us, and we did not forget Thee, Nor have we dealt falsely in Thy covenant. 18 We turn not backward our heart, Nor turn aside doth our step from Thy path. 19 But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade. 20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, And spread our hands to a strange God, 21 Doth not God search out this? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart. 22 Surely, for Thy sake we have been slain all the day, Reckoned as sheep of the slaughter. 23 Stir up—why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever. 24 Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression, 25 For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly. 26 Arise, a help to us, And ransom us for thy kindness' sake.
A Song for the King's Marriage
45 1 To the Overseer.—'On the Lilies.'—By sons of Korah.—An Instruction.—A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue 'is' the pen of a speedy writer. 2 Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age. 3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty! 4 As to Thy majesty—prosper!—ride! Because of truth, and meekness—righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things. 5 Thine arrows 'are' sharp,—Peoples fall under Thee—In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6 Thy throne, O God, 'is' age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness 'Is' the sceptre of Thy kingdom. 7 Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions. 8 Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad. 9 Daughters of kings 'are' among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house, 11 And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he 'is' thy lord—bow thyself to him, 12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face. 13 All glory 'is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work 'is' her clothing. 14 In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins—after her—her companions, Are brought to thee. 15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king. 16 Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth. 17 I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!