Psalms 42

¹ For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites.

² As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

³ My being thirsts for God, the living God. When can I go and see the face of God?

⁴ My tears have been my food day and night, as they ask daily,"Where is your God?"

⁵ Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I went in procession with the crowd, I went with them to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival.

⁶ Why are you downcast, my soul; why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.

⁷ My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you From the land of the Jordan and Hermon, from the land of Mount Mizar.

⁸ Here deep calls to deep in the roar of your torrents. All your waves and breakers sweep over me.

⁹ At dawn may the LORD bestow faithful love that I may sing praise through the night, praise to the God of my life.

¹⁰ I say to God, "My rock, why do you forget me? Why must I go about mourning with the enemy oppressing me?"

¹¹ It shatters my bones, when my adversaries reproach me. They say to me daily: "Where is your God?"

¹² Why are you downcast, my soul, why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.