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.

“BOOK II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for 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, 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 say to me continually, “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.

When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the 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, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!

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 soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.

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

Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and 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.

Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving 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?

Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account 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?

Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “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, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!