Because I’m feeling sad . . .

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.

4 Responses to “Because I’m feeling sad . . .”

  1. Laura says:

    Sad, eh? What happened? Or just a blue day, maybe. I get those a lot, especially with the weather! Hope everything’s OK!

  2. Joyce says:

    Thanks, Sweetie. 🙂

  3. kerri says:

    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. 🙂

  4. Joyce says:

    Thank you, Kerri. It seems that the Psalms always have something that is “just what I need to hear.” 🙂