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.

“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 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before 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 say to me continually, “Where is thy 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.

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 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 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 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 cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your breakers and waves have swept over me.

Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone 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.

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 will ask God, my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

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 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they continually ask 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 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 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!