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.

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.

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

My soul thirsteth 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 bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, 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 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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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 unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I 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 crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, 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 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.