Psalms 42

1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

BOOK SECOND: “To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.” As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

2 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go [again] and be seen in the presence of God?

3 My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?

My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

4 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.

5 Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,

Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance.

6 And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.

7 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.

8 In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.

In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life.

9 I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?

10 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?

It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.