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.
“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 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
My soul thirsteth for God, 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 say to me continually, “Where is thy 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 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 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 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 In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill 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 unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have 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.
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 say to God my rock, 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an 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 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'
Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy 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 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!
