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(2) 6 My God, my soul in me’s cast down: therefore thee mind I will from Jordan’s, and Hermonites’ land, and from the little hill.

7 At the noise of thy water spouts deep unto deep doth call: thy waves they are gone over me, also thy billows all.

8 His loving kindness yet the Lord command will in the day, and in the night his song with me, to my life’s God I’ll pray.

9 I unto God will say, My rock, why hast thou forgot me? why go I sad by reason of pressure of th’ enemy?

10 As with a sword within my bones, my foes reproach me do; while all the day, Where is thy God? they do say me unto.

11 My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow thyself down heavily? and wherefore in me makest thou a stir tumultuously? hope thou in God: because I shall with praise him yet advance, who is my God; also he is health of my countenance.

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