1 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.

2 My soul for God, the living God,
doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in God's sight appear?

3 My tears have unto me been meat,
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.
4 My soul is poured out in me,
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:

With them into God's house I went,
with voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
the solemn holy days.

5 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.

6 My God, my soul's cast down in me; thee therefore mind I will

From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
and ev'n from Mizar hill.

7 At the noise of thy water-spouts
deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
yea, and thy billows all.

8 His loving-kindness yet the Lord
command will in the day,

His song's with me by night; to God, by whom I live, I'll pray :

9 And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, thus mourning do I go?

10 "Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid;

Ev'n, when by them, Where is thy 'tis daily to me said.

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11 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.

1 O GOD, we with our ears have heard, our fathers have us told,

What works thou in their days hadst ev'n in the days of old. [done, Thy hand did drive the heathen out, and plant them in their place; Thou didst afflict the nations,

but them thou didst increase.

3 For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.

4 Thou art my King: for Jacob, Lord, deliv'rances command.

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5 Through thee we shall push down our that do against us stand:

We, through thy name, shall tread down that ris'n against us have.

6 For in my bow I shall not trust, nor shall my sword me save.

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7 But from our foes thou hast us sav'd, our haters put to shame.

8 In God we all the day do boast,

and ever praise thy name.

9 But now we are cast off by thee, and us thou putt'st to shame;

And when our armies do go forth,
thou go'st not with the same.

10 Thou mak'st us from the enemy,
faint-hearted, to turn back;
And they who hate us for themselves
our spoils away do take.

11 Like sheep for meat thou gavest us; 'mong heathen cast we be.

12 Thou didst for nought thy people sell; their price enrich'd not thee.

13 Thou mak'st us a reproach to be
unto our neighbours near;
Derision and a scorn to them
that round about us are.

14 A by-word also thou dost us
among the heathen make;
The people, in contempt and spite,
at us their heads do shake.

15 Before me my confusion
continually abides;

And of my bashful countenance
the shame me ever hides:

16 For voice of him that doth reproach, and speaketh blasphemy;

By reason of th' avenging foe,
and cruel enemy.

Chant.

Norris.

17 All this is come on us, yet we have not forgotten thee; Nor falsely in thy covenant behav'd ourselves have we.

[turn'd; 18 Back from thy way our heart not our steps no straying made; [place, 19 Though us thou brak'st in dragons' and cover'dst with death's shade.

20 If we God's name forgot, or stretch'd to a strange god our hands,

21 Shall not God search this out? for he heart's secrets understands.

22 Yea, for thy sake we're kill'd all day, counted as slaughter-sheep.

23 Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off; awake, why dost thou sleep?

24 O wherefore hidest thou thy face? forgett'st our cause distress'd,

25 And our oppression? For our soul is to the dust down press'd:

Our belly also on the earth
fast cleaving, hold doth take.

26 Rise for our help, and us redeem,
ev'n for thy mercies' sake.

1 MY heart brings forth a goodly thing; my words that I indite Concern the King: my tongue's a pen of one that swift doth write.

2 Thou fairer art than sons of men: into thy lips is store

Of grace infus'd; God therefore thee hath bless'd for evermore.

3 O thou that art the mighty One, thy sword gird on thy thigh; Ev'n with thy glory excellent, and with thy majesty.

4 Formeekness, truth,and righteousness, in state ride prosp'rously;

And thy right hand shall thee instruct in things that fearful be.

5 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart of th' en'mies of the King; And under thy subjection the people down do bring.

6 For ever and for ever is,

O God, thy throne of might; The sceptre of thy kingdom is a sceptre that is right.

7 Thou lovest right, and hatest ill; for God, thy God, most high, Above thy fellows hath with th' oil of joy anointed thee.

8 Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia, a smell thy garments had, Out of the iv'ry palaces, whereby they made thee glad. 9 Among thy women honourable kings' daughters were at hand: Upon thy right hand did the queen in gold of Ophir stand.

10 O daughter, hearken and regard, and do thine ear incline; Likewise forget thy father's house, and people that are thine.

11 Then of the King desir'd shall be thy beauty veh'mently: Because he is thy Lord, do thou him worship rev'rently.