Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Praise him. I needed a word of encouragement tonight, and it came straight from the intercessor.
-from 2018, looking in the Parallel Classic Commentary on the Psalms.
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