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 OVERSEER. AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. As a deer pants for streams of water, So my soul pants toward You, O God.

2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

My tear has been bread day and night to me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your 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 I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the shelter, I go softly with them to the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping celebration!

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 bow yourself, O my soul? Indeed, are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him: The salvation of my countenance—my God!

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 soul bows itself in me, Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan, And of 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 is calling to deep At the noise of Your waterspouts, All Your breakers and Your billows passed 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.

By day YHWH commands His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to 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 say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning in the oppression of an enemy?”

10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

With a sword in my bones My adversaries have reproached me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your 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 bow yourself, O my soul? And why are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!