Psalm 42:1-11
To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah.
42 As the hart cometh panting up to the channels of water So my soul panteth for thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a God who liveth,—When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
4 These things I keep calling to mind and pouring out over me my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise—a throng keeping festival.
5 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
6 My God! over myself my soul is cast down,—For this cause will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons from the hill Mizar.
7 Roaring deep unto roaring deep is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves over me have passed.
8 By day will Yahweh command his lovingkindness And in the night shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the God of my life.
9 I will say onto God,—my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go because of oppression by the enemy?
10 With a crushing of my bones have my adversaries reproached me,—While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
11 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence, and my God.