Psalms
42:1 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 loving-kindness in the day time, 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.
