Psalms 42

1 For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?

3 My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”

4 These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the festive procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.

5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.

6 O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from Mount Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.

8 The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life.

9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”

10 Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.

1 ¶ To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. 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 meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where [is] thy God?

4 When I remember these [things], I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and [why] art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him [for] the help of his countenance.

6 ¶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8 [Yet] the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song [shall be] with me, [and] my 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 sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where [is] thy God?

11 Why 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.

1 an instruction of the children of Korah to sing aloud.

2 As the hart crieth for fresh water, so crieth my soul, O GOD, unto thee.

3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come to see the face of God?

4 My tears are my meat day and night, because they say unto me daily, Where is now thy God?

5 And when I consider it, I pour out my heart unto myself: for I would go with the multitude, and walk with them in the house of God, rejoicing and giving thanks among the multitude that feast.

6 Why art thou grieved, O my soul, and art troubled within me? Wait upon God; for I will yet thank him, that he will help me with his countenance.

7 O my God, my soul is grieved within me: therefore I remember thee in the land of Jordan and Hermonim, in the little mountain.

8 Thy floods roar, and thy depths roar: all thy waves and thy billows pass over me.

9 The LORD hath promised his goodness by day, and by night I sing unto him, and pray unto the LORD of my life.

10 I say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly when my enemy presses me?

11 It is as murder in mine legs, that mine enemies reproach me, when they say unto me daily, Where is now thy God?

12 Why art thou troubled, O my soul, and art troubled within me? Wait upon God; for I will yet thank him, that he is the help of my countenance, and my God.