Psalms 42

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

1Just as a deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

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

2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and stand before him?

3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

3My tears have been my food day and night, while people constantly ask me, 'Where is your God?'

4These 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.

4My heart breaks as I remember these things: how I used to walk with the crowds and lead them to the house of God with songs of joy and thanksgiving, a great crowd celebrating a festival.

5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Andwhy art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him Forthe help of his countenance.

5Why am I so discouraged? Why is my heart so troubled? Put your hope in God! I will praise him again—my Savior and my God.

6O 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.

6O my God, I am deeply discouraged; therefore, I remember you from the land of the Jordan River, from the peaks of Mount Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.

7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

7I hear the roar of your waterfalls like one deep ocean calling to another; all your waves and crashing breakers have swept over me.

8Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Evena prayer unto the God of my life.

8By day the Lord sends his constant love, and through the night I sing his song—a prayer to the God who gives me life.

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

9I say to God my Rock, 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I wander around grieving because of my enemy’s cruelty?'

10As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

10Their insults feel like my bones are being broken, as my enemies constantly ask me, 'Where is your God?'

11Why 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 isthe help of my countenance, and my God.

11Why am I so discouraged? Why is my heart so troubled? Put your hope in God! I will praise him again—the one who rescues me and my God.