Psalms 42
1 For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah. 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 say unto me all the day: ‘Where is Thy God?’
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I passed on 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 moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him For the salvation of His countenance.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; Therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; All Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.
8 By day the LORD will command His lovingkindness, 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 under the oppression of the enemy?’
10 As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; While they say unto me all the day: ‘Where is Thy God?’
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God.