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 II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for 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, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before 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, While they say to me continually, “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.
When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the festive multitude!
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 why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.
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 for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone 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.
Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to 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?”
Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “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 me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!
