Psalm 42

1For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah.

2As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God.

3My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: 'When shall I come and appear before God?'

4My tears have been my food day and night, while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'

5These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I passed on with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

6Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him for the salvation of His countenance.

7O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

8Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.

9By day the LORD will command His lovingkindness, and in the night His song shall be with me, even a prayer unto the God of my life.

10I will say unto God my Rock: 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning under the oppression of the enemy?'

11As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'

12Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.