Psalm 42

Psalm 42

Longing for God and His Help in Distress

To the leader. A Maskil of the Korahites.

1 As a deer longs for flowing streams,

so my soul longs for you, O God.*

2 My soul thirsts for God,

for the living God.

When shall I come and behold

the face of God?*

3 My tears have been my food

day and night,

while people say to me continually,

“Where is your God?”*

4 These things I remember,

as I pour out my soul:

how I went with the throngc

and led them in procession to the house of God,

with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,

a multitude keeping festival.*

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God, for I shall again praise him,

my help* 6 and my God.

My soul is cast down within me;

therefore I remember you

from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,

from Mount Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep

at the thunder of your torrents;

all your waves and your billows

have gone over me.*

8 By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,

and at night his song is with me,

a prayer to the God of my life.*

9 I say to God, my rock,

“Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I walk about mournfully

because the enemy oppresses me?”*

10 As with a deadly wound in my body,

my adversaries taunt me,

while they say to me continually,

“Where is your God?”*

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God, for I shall again praise him,

my help and my God.*