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祈求 神带领回国

43  神啊!求你为我伸冤,

为我的案件向不敬虔的国申辩;

求你救我脱离诡诈和不义的人;

因为你是赐我力量的 神。

你为甚么弃绝我呢?

我为甚么因仇敌的压迫徘徊悲哀呢?

求你发出你的亮光和真理,好引导我,

带我到你的圣山,

到你的居所。

我就走到 神的祭坛前,

到 神、我极大的喜乐那里。

 神啊!我的 神啊!

我要弹琴称赞你。

我的心哪!你为甚么沮丧呢?

为甚么在我里面不安呢?

应当等候 神;

因为我还要称赞他,

他是我面前的救助、我的 神。

Psalm 43[a]

Vindicate me, God, and defend my cause
against an ungodly nation;
rescue me from the deceitful and unjust man.(A)
For You are the God of my refuge.
Why have You rejected me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?(B)

Send Your light and Your truth; let them lead me.(C)
Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,
to Your dwelling place.(D)
Then I will come to the altar of God,
to God, my greatest joy.(E)
I will praise You with the lyre,
God, my God.(F)

Why am I so depressed?
Why this turmoil within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him,
my Savior and my God.(G)

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 43:1 Many Hb mss connect Pss 42–43

43 Vindicate me, O Elohim, and plead my cause against a nation lo chasid; O deliver me from the ish mirmah v’avlah (deceitful and unjust man).

For Thou art the Elohei Ma’oz of me. Why dost Thou cast me off? Why must I go mourning because of the oppression of the oyev?

O send out Thy Ohr and Thy Emes; let them guide me; let them bring me unto Thy Har Kodesh, and to Thy Mishkan.

Then will I go unto the Mizbe’ach of Elohim, unto El my exceeding joy; yea, upon the kinnor will I praise Thee, O Elohim Elohai.

Why art thou cast down, O my nefesh? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in Elohim; for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the Yeshu’ot of my countenance, and Elohai.

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

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?

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

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.

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.