Psalms 42

1A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man.

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

2For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?

2 My soul thirsteth forGod, for the livingGod: when shall I come and appear beforeGod?

3Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.

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

4And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.

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

5To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me?

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

6Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.

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

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

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

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

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

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