Psalms 42
1AS the hart panteth for fountains of water, so panteth my soul for Thee, O God.
2My soul hath thirsted for the living God; When shall I come and appear before God?
3My tears were my food day and night, when they said to me continually, Where is thy God?
4On recollecting these things, I have poured out my soul by myself.
5Since I am to pass on, at the place of an awful tabernacle, to the house of God, with a voice of joy and praise—with the acclamations of them who celebrate a festival: why art thou, O my soul, cast down; and why disquietest thou me? Trust in God, for I shall praise Him: He is the health of my countenance.
6O my God, my soul within me was troubled; therefore I will remember Thee, from the land of Jordan and Ermoneim, bordering on the little mountain.
7Deep calleth on deep to form Thy roaring cataracts; all Thy meteors and Thy billows passed over me.
8By day the Lord will command His kindness, and in the night He will make it manifest. Let there be with me a prayer to the God of my life.
9Let me say to God, Thou art my helper. Why hast Thou forgotten me—why go I pensive because of mine enemy’s oppression?
10When my bones were bruised, mine enemies reproached me, by their saying to me every day, Where is thy God.
11Why art thou, O my soul, cast down—and why disquietest thou me? Trust in God, for I shall praise Him; He is the health of my countenance and my God.