| Chapter
42 |
| 1 | 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. |
