Psalm 42

¹ LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks * so longeth my soul after thee, O God.

² My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God * when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

³ My tears have been my meat day and night * while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?

⁴ Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself * for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;

⁵ In the voice of praise and thanksgiving * among such as keep holy-day.

⁶ Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul * and why art thou so disquieted within me?

⁷ Put thy trust in God * for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.

⁸ My God, my soul is vexed within me * therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.

⁹ One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes * all thy waves and storms are gone over me.

¹⁰ The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time * and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.

¹¹ I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me * why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?

¹² My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword * while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;

¹³ Namely, while they say daily unto me * Where is now thy God?

¹⁴ Why art thou so vexed, O my soul * and why art thou so disquieted within me?

¹⁵ O put thy trust in God * for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.