The Psalms 42

Thirsting for God

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.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:

when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night,

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

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.

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.

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

therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan,

and of the Her’monites, from the hill Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts:

all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Yet the LORD will command his loving-kindness in the daytime,

and in the night his song shall be with me,

and my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will say unto God my rock,

Why hast thou forgotten me?

Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me;

while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

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.

Published by The American Bible Society