Psalms 42:9–10

⁶I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

^6†I am troubled, I am bowed downe greatly; I goe mourning all the day long.

²The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

^2†The LORD is my rocke, and my fortresse, and my deliuerer: my God, my strength in whome I will trust, my buckler, and the horne of my saluation, and my high tower.

²For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

²For thou art the God of my strength, why doest thou cast me off? why goe I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

²⁷Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from the Lord, and my judgment is passed over from my God?

²⁷Why sayest thou, O Iacob, and speakest O Israel, My way is hid from the LORD, and my iudgement is passed ouer from my God?

¹REMEMBER, O Lord, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.

²Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.

³We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows.

⁴We have drunken our water for money; our wood is sold unto us.

⁵Our necks are under persecution: we labour, and have no rest.

⁶We have given the hand to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.

⁷Our fathers have sinned, and are not; and we have borne their iniquities.

⁸Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.

⁹We gat our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.

¹⁰Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.

¹¹They ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah.

¹²Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured.

¹³They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.

¹⁴The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.

¹⁵The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.

¹⁶The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned!

¹¶ Remember, O LORD, what is come vpon vs: consider and beholde our reproch.

²Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliants.

³We are orphanes and fatherlesse, our mothers are as widowes.

^4†We haue drunken our water for money, our wood is sold vnto vs.

^5†Our neckes are vnder persecution: we labour and haue no rest.

⁶We haue giuen the hand to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.

^7*Our fathers haue sinned and are not, and wee haue borne their iniquities.

⁸Seruants haue ruled ouer vs: there is none that doeth deliuer vs out of their hand.

⁹We gate our bread with the perill of our liues, because of the sword of the wildernesse.

^10*‖Our skinne was blacke like an ouen, because of the terrible famine.

¹¹They rauished the women in Zion, and the maides in the cities of Iudah.

¹²Princes are hanged vp by their hand: the faces of Elders were not honoured.

¹³They tooke the young men to grinde, and the children fell vnder the wood.

¹⁴The Elders haue ceased from the gate, the young men from their musicke.

¹⁵The ioy of our heart is ceased, our daunce is turned into mourning.

^16†The crowne is fallen from our head: Woe vnto vs, that wee haue sinned.

¹UNTO thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

¹¶ Vnto thee will I cry, O LORD, my rocke, be not silent to mee: lest if thou be silent to me, I become like them that goe downe into the pit.

²³Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.

²⁴Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?

²³Awake, why sleepest thou, O LORD? arise, cast vs not off for euer.

²⁴Wherefore hidest thou thy face? and forgettest our affliction, and our oppression?

²He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.

^2†He onely is my rocke and my saluation: he is my defence, I shall not be greatly moued.

¹SO I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.

¹¶ ^*†So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done vnder the sunne; & behold the teares of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter: and on the side of their oppressours there was power, but they had no comforter.

¹⁵Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.

^15†Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not haue compassion on the sonne of her wombe? yea they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.

²⁶When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

²⁷My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

²⁸I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

²⁹I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

³⁰My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

³¹My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

²⁶When I looked for good, then euill came vnto mee: and when I waited for light, there came darkenes.

²⁷My bowels boyled and rested not: the dayes of affliction preuented mee.

²⁸I went mourning without the Sunne: I stood vp, and I cried in the Congregation.

^29*I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to ^‖owles.

³⁰My skinne is blacke vpon mee, and my bones are burnt with heat.

³¹My harpe also is turned to mourning, and my organe into the voyce of them that weepe.

¹HOW long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

¹¶ How long wilt thou forget mee (O LORD) for euer? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

¹MY God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

²O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

¹¶ My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken mee? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

^2†O my God, I crie in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

³Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.

³Because of the voyce of the enemie, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquitie vpon me, and in wrath they hate me.

⁶He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved.

⁷In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.

⁶He onely is my rocke and my saluation; he is my defence; I shall not bee moued.

⁷In God is my saluation, and my glorie: the rocke of my strength, and my refuge is in God.

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut vp his tender mercies? Selah.

³⁵And they remembered that God was their rock, and the high God their redeemer.

³⁵And they remembred that God was their rocke: and the high God, their redeemer.

⁹Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

⁹Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction, LORD, I haue called daily vpon thee: I haue stretched out my hands vnto thee.

³My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

^3*My teares haue bene my meate day and night; while they continually say vnto me, Where is thy God?

¹⁷Let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare thy people, O Lord, and give not thine heritage to reproach, that the heathen should rule over them: wherefore should they say among the people, Where is their God?

¹⁷Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, weepe betweene the porch and the altar, & let them say; Spare thy people O LORD, and giue not thine heritage to reproch; that the heathen should ^‖rule ouer them: ^*Wherefore should they say among the people, Where is their God?

³⁵(Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.

³⁵(Yea a sword shall pearce thorow thy owne soule also) that the thoughts of many hearts may be reuealed.

¹⁸There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health.

^18*There is that speaketh like the pearcings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health.

¹⁰Then she that is mine enemy shall see it, and shame shall cover her which said unto me, Where is the Lord thy God? mine eyes shall behold her: now shall she be trodden down as the mire of the streets.

^10‖*†Then she that is mine enemie shall see it, and shame shall couer her which said vnto mee; Where is the LORD thy God? mine eyes shall behold her: now shall she bee troden downe, as the myre of the streets.