Psalms

43

The Message

1 against these loveless, immoral people. Get me out of here, away from these lying degenerates.

2 Why did you walk out on me? Why am I pacing the floor, wringing my hands over these outrageous people?

3 give me a map, So I can find my way to the sacred mountain, to the place of your presence,

4 meet my exuberant God, Sing my thanks with a harp, magnificent God, my God.

5 Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.

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