A Prayer for Healing
411 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
421 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!