Psalms 42

1To the Overseer. --An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

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.

2My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

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

3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where <FI>is<Fi> thy God?'

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

4These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

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

5What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance--My God!

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?

6In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

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

7Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

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8By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song <FI>is<Fi> with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

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9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

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10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where <FI>is<Fi> thy God?'

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11What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

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