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 chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah. Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come 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 tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, 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.
Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
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 are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and 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 is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your breakers and waves have swept over me.
Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
8 The LORD 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.
But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be 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 will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every 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 are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
