Psalm 42

¹As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

So panteth my soul after thee, O 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 continually say unto me, Where is thy 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.

⁵Why art thou cast down, O my soul?

And why art thou disquieted within me?

Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him

For the help of his countenance.

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.

⁷Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls:

All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

⁸Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time;

And in the night his song shall be with me,

Even a prayer unto the God of my life.

⁹I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me?

Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

¹⁰As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me,

While they continually say unto me, Where is thy 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 help of my countenance, and my God.