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There I will go up to the altar of God, the giver of triumphant happiness; thou art my own God, with the harp I hymn thy praise. (Psalms 42, 4)
Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.✻ (Psalms 42, 5)
thou hast bartered away thy people without profit, asking no rich amends for thy loss. (Psalms 43, 13)
or withdrawn our hearts from thee, that we should let our steps wander away from thy paths. (Psalms 43, 19)
would not he know of it? He can read the secrets of men’s hearts. No, it is for thy sake that we face death at every moment, reckoned no better than sheep marked down for slaughter. (Psalms 43, 22)
Joyful the thoughts that well up from my heart, the King’s honour for my theme; my tongue flows readily as the pen of a swift writer. (Psalms 44, 2)
so sharp are thy arrows, subduing nations to thy will, daunting the hearts of the king’s enemies. (Psalms 44, 6)
(Listen, my daughter, and consider my words attentively; thou art to forget, henceforward, thy own nation, and the house of thy father; (Psalms 44, 11)
Not for us to be afraid, though earth should tumble about us, and the hills be carried away into the depths of the sea. (Psalms 45, 3)
Nations may be in turmoil, and thrones totter, earth shrink away before his voice; (Psalms 45, 7)
Come near, and see God’s acts, his marvellous acts done on earth; (Psalms 45, 9)
The Lord is high above us, and worthy of dread; he is the sovereign Ruler of all the earth; (Psalms 46, 3)