Psalms 42

SECOND BOOK

To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah.

1 As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God*GodHebrew: Elohim2 My soul thirsteth for God*GodHebrew: Elohim for the living ·God*GodHebrew: El when shall I come and appear before God*GodHebrew: Elohim3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God*GodHebrew: Elohim4 These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God*GodHebrew: Elohim with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude. 5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God*GodHebrew: Elohim for I shall yet praise him, for the health of his countenance.

6 My God*GodHebrew: Elohim my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar. 7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me. 8 In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the ·God*GodHebrew: El of my life. 9 I will say unto ·God*GodHebrew: El my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God*GodHebrew: Elohim11 Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God*GodHebrew: Elohim for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God*GodHebrew: Elohim

For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah.

1 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 food day and night,

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

4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

5 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

For the help of his countenance.

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

Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan,

And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls:

All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8 Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time;

And in the night his song shall be with me,

Even a 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 adversaries reproach me,

While they continually say 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 help of my countenance, and my God.