Psalm 42

To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah.

1 As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. 2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living •God: when shall I come and appear before God? 3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? 4 These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude. 5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, for the health of his countenance.

6  My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar. 7  Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me. 8  In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the •God of my life. 9  I will say unto •God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10  As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? 11  Why art thou cast down, 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.