Psalms 42

1 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

Unto the end. The understanding of the sons of Korah. As the deer longs for fountains of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

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

My soul has thirsted for the strong living God. When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?

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

My tears have been my bread, day and night. Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: “Where is your 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 holy day.

These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.

5 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.

Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance,

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

and my God. My soul has been troubled within myself. Because of this, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and from Hermon, from the little mountain.

7 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.

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

In the daylight, the Lord has ordered his mercy; and in the night, a canticle to him. With me is a prayer to the God of my life.

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

I will say to God, “You are my supporter. Why have you forgotten me? And why do I walk in mourning, while my adversary afflicts me?”

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

While my bones are being broken, my enemies, who trouble me, have reproached me. Meanwhile, they say to me every single day, “Where is your God?”

11 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, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

My soul, why are you saddened? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.