Psalm 42:6 – 11, Scottish Metrical Version
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 God? ’tis daily to me said.
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.
Sad, eh? What happened? Or just a blue day, maybe. I get those a lot, especially with the weather! Hope everything’s OK!
Thanks, Sweetie. 🙂
The Psalms are such a comfort when things are not quite right. I hope you can break through the cloud to hope in God’s goodness. 🙂
Thank you, Kerri. It seems that the Psalms always have something that is “just what I need to hear.” 🙂