Psalms 42

1 For the chief musician. A maschil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants after streams of water, so I thirst for you, God.⋮

2 I thirst for God, for the living God, when will I come and appear before God?⋮

3 My tears have been my food day and night, while my enemies are always saying to me, “Where is your God?”⋮

4 These things I call to mind as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng and led them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude celebrating a festival.⋮

5 Why are you bowed down, my soul? Why are you upset within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him who is my salvation.⋮

6 My God, my soul is bowed down within me, therefore I call you to mind from the land of the Jordan, from the three peaks of Mount Hermon, and from the hill of Mizar.⋮

7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.⋮

8 Yet Yahweh will command his covenant faithfulness in the daytime; in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.⋮

9 I will say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”⋮

10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries rebuke me, while they always say to me, “Where is your God?”⋮

11 Why are you bowed down, my soul? Why are you upset within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him who is my salvation and my God.⋮