Psalm 42

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

1As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O 1God.

2My soul thirsteth for 2God, for the living 3God: when shall I come and appear before 4God?

3My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy 5God?

4These 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 6God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.

5Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in 7God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.

6My 8God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.

7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.

8In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the 9God of my life.

9I will say unto 10God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy 11God?

11Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in 12God; for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my 13God.