Psalms 42

To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.

BOOK SECOND: As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go again and be seen in the presence of God? My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng. Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance. O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount. Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me. In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life. 10 I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy? 11 It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
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