For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for
the sons of Core. 42:1 As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of
water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
42:2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear
before God?
42:3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to
me, Where is thy God?
42:4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go
to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a
voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep
festival.
42:5 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble
me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my
countenance.
42:6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I
remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little
hill.
42:7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and
thy waves have gone over me.
42:8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night:
with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
42:9 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me?
wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
42:10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me;
while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
42:11 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou
trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health
of my countenance, and my God. |
To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons
of Korah. 42:1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my
soul after thee, O God.
42:2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and
appear before God?
42:3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say
unto me, Where is thy God?
42:4 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.
42:5 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.
42:6 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.
42:7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves
and thy billows are gone over me.
42:8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in
the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
42:9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I
mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
42:10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say
daily unto me, Where is thy God?
42:11 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. |