Psalms 42

To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

1As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.12 2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? 3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God? 4When 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 holy day. 5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.345

6O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.6 7Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. 8Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer to the God of my life. 9I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where is thy God?7 11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.