Psalms 42

1 To the Overseer. — An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.

2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?

4 These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

5 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance — My God!

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

6 In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

7 Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.

8 By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

9 I say to God my rock, 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?

11 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.