Psalms 42

1 [For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.] As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, 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 food day and night, while they continually ask 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 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go in the tent of the Majestic One, to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a 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 in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.

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 My soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, 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 waterfalls. All your breakers and waves have swept over me.

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

8 Jehovah will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a 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 ask God, my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go 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 adversaries taunt me, while they continually ask 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 in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I will again give him thanks, my saving presence 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!