Psalms 42
1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so my soul pants after thee, O God.
Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come 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 any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
5 Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me. Therefore I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of thy waterfalls. All thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
8 Yet Jehovah will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, even a prayer to the God of my life.
In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God my rock, Why have thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me; while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?
11 Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, the help of my countenance, and my God.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
