Psalms 42
1 For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, 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 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
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 my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
4 I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
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 am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
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 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
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 You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.
8 But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a 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 cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your 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 am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—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.
