Psalms 42

1

TO THE CHOIRMASTER. A MASKIL OF THE SONS OF KORAH. As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.

2

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

3

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"

4

These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.

5

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation

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 roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves 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 do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

10

As with a deadly wound in my bones, 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 in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.