الْمَزْمُورُ
الثَّانِي وَالأَرْبَعُونَ

 

Psalm
42

To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the
sons of Korah.

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

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

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

4
When 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.

5
Why 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.

6
O 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.

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

8
Yet 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.

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

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

11
Why 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.