Psalm 42

For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah.

1As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

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 unto me, Where is thy God?

4These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

5Why art thou cast down, O my soul?

And why art thou disquieted within me?

Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him

For the help of his countenance.

6O my God, my soul is cast down within me:

Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan,

And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls:

All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time;

And in the night his song shall be with me,

Even a prayer unto the God of my life.

9I will say unto 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, mine adversaries reproach me,

While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

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 help of my countenance, and my God.