Psalm 42:5-7
Living Bible
4-5 Take courage, my soul! Do you remember those times (but how could you ever forget them!) when you led a great procession to the Temple on festival days, singing with joy, praising the Lord? Why then be downcast? Why be discouraged and sad? Hope in God! I shall yet praise him again. Yes, I shall again praise him for his help.[a]
6 Yet I am standing here depressed and gloomy, but I will meditate upon your kindness to this lovely land where the Jordan River flows and where Mount Hermon and Mount Mizar stand. 7 All your waves and billows have gone over me, and floods of sorrow pour upon me like a thundering cataract.[b]
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- Psalm 42:4 for his help, literally, “for the help of his countenance.”
- Psalm 42:7 floods of sorrow pour upon me like a thundering cataract, literally, “deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.”
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