Psalms 42

1 For the chief musician. A maschil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants after streams of water, so I thirst for 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 I thirst for God, for the living God, when will 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 my enemies are always saying to 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 call to mind as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng and led them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude celebrating a festival.

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 bowed down, my soul? Why are you upset within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him who is my salvation.

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 God, my soul is bowed down within me, therefore I call you to mind from the land of the Jordan, from the three peaks of Mount Hermon, and from the hill of 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 waves and your billows have gone over me.

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

8 Yet Yahweh will command his covenant faithfulness in the daytime; in the night his song will 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 say to 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 rebuke me, while they always say to 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 bowed down, my soul? Why are you upset within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him who is my salvation 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!