Psalms 42

1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.

For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

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

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.

6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

7 Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.

Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

8 Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.

9 I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and 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; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.