Chapter 42
- Why Are You Cast Down, O My Soul? To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.
- My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
- My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, Where is your God?
- These things I remember, as I pour out my soul : how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.
- Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation
- 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.
- Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
- By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the Elohim of my life.
- I say to God, my rock : Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
- As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, Where is your God?
- Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.