Psalm 43 (42) (A Psalm of David) (Hard Rock Christian Worship) - The Bible Psalms Project скачать в хорошем качестве

Psalm 43 (42) (A Psalm of David) (Hard Rock Christian Worship) - The Bible Psalms Project

Psalm 42 (Septuagint) in the Style of Hard Rock Christian Worship. Masoretic Psalm 43. (A Psalm of David) Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man. For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? And why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me? Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain, and to thy tabernacles. And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God. Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man. For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]? Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain, and to thy tabernacles. And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God. Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man. For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? And why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me? Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain, and to thy tabernacles. And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God. Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.