42 As
the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee,
O God. 2 My
soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear
before God? 3 My
tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto
me, Where is thy God? 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. 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.
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. 7 Deep
calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy
billows are gone over me. 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. 9 I will
say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because
of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As
with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily
unto me, Where is thy God? 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.