Psalms 42

1 Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.

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

2My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?

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

3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?

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

4Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.

4When 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.

5Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.

5Why 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.

6My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

6O 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.

7Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.

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

8But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

8Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

9I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

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

10The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

10As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

11Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my 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 is the health of my countenance, and my God.