Salmos 42

1 Fazei-me justiça, ó Deus, e defendei minha causa contra uma nação ímpia. Livrai-me do homem doloso e perverso,

2 pois vós, ó meu Deus, sois a minha fortaleza; por que me repelis? Por que devo andar triste sob a opressão do inimigo?

3 Lançai sobre mim a vossa luz e fidelidade; que elas me guiem, e me conduzam ao vosso monte santo, aos vossos tabernáculos.

4 E me aproximarei do altar de Deus, do Deus de minha alegria e exultação. E vos louvarei com a cítara, ó Senhor, meu Deus!

5 Por que te deprimes, ó minha alma, e te inquietas dentro de mim? Espera em Deus, porque ainda hei de louvá-lo: ele é minha salvação e meu Deus.

To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.*42.1 Maschil…: or, A Psalm giving instruction of the sons, etc*42.1 panteth: Heb. brayeth

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.*42.5 cast: Heb. bowed*42.5 praise: or, give thanks*42.5 for the…: or, his presence is salvation

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.*42.6 the hill…: or, the little hill

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?*42.10 sword: or, killing

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.