41 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

² Jehovah doth preserve him and revive him, He is happy in the land, And Thou givest him not into the will of his enemies.

³ Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

⁴ I -- I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'

⁵ Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth -- his name hath perished!

⁶ And if he came to see -- vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out -- at the street he speaketh.

⁷ All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:

⁸ A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

⁹ Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

¹⁰ And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.

¹¹ By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

¹² As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

¹³ Blessed [is] Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age -- and unto the age. Amen and Amen.

42 To the Overseer. -- An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

² My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

³ My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where [is] thy God?'

⁴ These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

⁵ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

⁶ In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

⁷ Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

⁸ By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

⁹ I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

¹⁰ With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where [is] thy God?'

¹¹ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!