Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.