Psalms 42

1 To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah. Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.

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

2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?

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

4 Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.

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.

5 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.

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.

6 My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

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.

7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of thy waterfalls. All thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.

8 But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

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.

9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

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

10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

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

11 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.

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.