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 you, O God.

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

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

My soul thirsts 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 your God?

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

4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

5 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your 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.

Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

9 I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

I will say unto God my rock, Why have you 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 your God?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?

11 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.