Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

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

Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

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.