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 Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

2 My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before 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 day and night, while they continually ask me, “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!

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

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 are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

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

My God, 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.

7 Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept 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.

GOD 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.

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

10 Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask 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 are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.