Psalm 42

0 To the chief Musician, ^aMaschil, for the sons of Korah.

1 As the hart ^apanteth after the water brooks, so ¹panteth my soul after thee, O God.

2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the ¹living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

3 My ¹tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

4 When ¹I remember these things, ²I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I ³went with them to the ⁴house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

5 Why ¹art thou ^acast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet ^bpraise him for ^cthe help of his countenance.

6 O ¹my God, my soul is cast down within me: ²therefore will I remember thee from ³the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from ^athe hill Mizar.

7 Deep ¹calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8 yet the Lord ¹will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and ²in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

9 I will say unto God ¹my rock, ²Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10 as ¹with a ^asword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

11 Why ¹art 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.