Psalms 42

1 For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God.

BOOK SECOND: “To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.” As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?

3 My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

4 These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.

These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.

5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance.

6 O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon— even from Mount Mizar.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.

7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.

8 The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life.

In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life.

9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”

I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?

10 Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.