Psalm 42–43

Psalms XLII. & XLIII.

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

As the hart panteth after ^athe water brooks,

So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

^2bMy soul thirsteth for God, for ^cthe living God:

When shall I come and ^ccappear before God?

^3dMy tears have been my meat day and night,

^eWhile they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

⁴When I remember these things, ^fI pour out my soul in me:

For I had gone with the multitude, I ^gwent with them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

^5hWhy art thou cast down, O my soul? and ^hwhy art thou ⁱdisquieted in me?

^jHope thou in God: for I shall yet ^kpraise him

For the help of his countenance.

⁶O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee

^lFrom the land of Jordan, and of the ^mHermonites, from the hill Mizar.

⁷ⁿDeep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy ^owaterspouts:

^pAll thy ^qwaves and thy billows are gone over me.

⁸Yet the Lord will ^rcommand his lovingkindness in the daytime,

And ^sin the night his song shall be with me,

And my prayer unto the God of my life.

⁹I will say unto God ^tmy rock, Why hast thou forgotten me?

^uWhy go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

¹⁰As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me;

^eWhile they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

^11xWhy 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.

XLIII.^aJudge me, O God, and ^bplead my cause against an ungodly nation:

O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

²For thou art ^cthe God of my strength: why dost thou ^dcast me off?

^eWhy go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

³O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me;

Let them bring me unto ^fthy holy hill, and to ^ffthy tabernacles.

⁴Then will I go unto the altar of God,

Unto God my exceeding joy:

Yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

^5gWhy art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me?

Hope in God: for I shall yet praise him,

Who is the health of my countenance, and my God.