Psalms 42

1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, 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 thirsts for God, 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 my meat day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?

My tear has been bread day and night to me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”

4 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 holy day.

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 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.

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

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 noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.

Deep is calling to deep At the noise of Your waterspouts, All Your breakers and Your billows passed over me.

8 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 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 my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning in the oppression of an enemy?”

10 As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where is your 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 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.

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!