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.
“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 I thirst for God, for the living God, when will 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 my enemies are always saying to 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 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.
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 bowed down, my soul? Why are you upset within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him who is my salvation.
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 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 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 waves and your billows have gone over me.
Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone 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.
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 say to 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 rebuke me, while they always say to 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 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 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!
