Psalms 42

1 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.

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 thee, O God.

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

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

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

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

4 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.

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

5 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.

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.

6 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.

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

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

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

8 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.

By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.

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

I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

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

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

11 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.

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.