Psalms


42:1
 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.


42:2
 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?


42:3
 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?


42:4
 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.


42:5
 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.


42:6
 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.


42:7
 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.


42:8
 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.


42:9
 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


42:10
 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?


42:11
 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.