Psalms 42
1 “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!
For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites. Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?
I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
4 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!
My heart floods with sorrow, as I call to mind: how I used to pass on with the throng, at their head, to the house of God, with glad shouts and giving of thanks, in the throng who kept festival.
5 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!
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
6 My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.
I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar.
7 Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!
Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me.
8 Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to the God of my life.
In the day I cry to the Lord to summon his kindness; and the song that I sing in the night is a prayer to the living God.
9 Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?
I say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?”
10 Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
It pierces me to the heart to hear the enemy’s taunts, as all the day long they say to me, “Where is your God?”
11 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!
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
