Psalms 42

1 To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

“BOOK II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for thee, O God!

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

My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?

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

My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”

4 These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.

When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the festive multitude!

5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!

6 My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.

My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.

7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.

Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!

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

Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to the God of my life.

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

Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?

10 As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”

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

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!