Psalms 42
1 For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, 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 has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
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 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
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 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
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 calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] 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, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy 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 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, 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.
