42:1 As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you,
O God.
42:2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come
and behold the face of God?
42:3 My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to
me continually, "Where is your God?"
42:4 These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went
with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with
glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
42:5 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted
within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help
42:6 and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I
remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
42:7 Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your
waves and your billows have gone over me.
42:8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his
song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
42:9 I say to God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I
walk about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?"
42:10 As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
42:11 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted
within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my
God.
