Psalms 42

For the end, A Psalm of instruction, for the sons of Korah.

As the deer earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for You, O God. My soul has thirsted for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God? I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of Your wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exaltation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival. Why are you downcast, O my soul? And why do you trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to Him; He is the salvation of my countenance. O my God, my soul has been troubled within me; therefore will I remember You from the land of the Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the little hill. Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; all Your billows and Your waves have gone over me. By day the Lord will command His mercy, and manifest it by night; with me is prayer to the God of my life. I will say to God, You are my helper; why have You forgotten me? Why do I mourn, while the enemy oppresses me? 10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God? 11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to Him; He is the health of my countenance, and my God.
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