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.

[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 I thirst for God, for the living God, when will 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 my enemies are always saying to me, “Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "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 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.

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 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.

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 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 calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.

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

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

10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries rebuke me, while they always say to me, “Where is your God?”

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