Psalm 42

Psalm 42 Quemadmodum

1	As the deer longs for the water-brooks, * so longs my soul for you, O God.
2	My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God; * when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3	My tears have been my food day and night, * while all day long they say to me, "Where now is your God?"
4	I pour out my soul when I think on these things; * how I went with the multitude and led them into the house of God,
5	With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, * among those who keep holy-day.
6	Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? * and why are you so disquieted within me?
7	Put your trust in God; * for I will yet give thanks to him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
8	My soul is heavy within me; * therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, and from the peak of Mizar among the heights of Hermon.
9	One deep calls to another in the noise of your cataracts; * all your rapids and floods have gone over me.
10	The LORD grants his loving-kindness in the daytime; * in the night season his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
11	I will say to the God of my strength, "Why have you forgotten me? * and why do I go so heavily while the enemy oppresses me?"
12	While my bones are being broken, * my enemies mock me to my face;
13	All day long they mock me * and say to me, "Where now is your God?"
14	Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? * and why are you so disquieted within me?
15	Put your trust in God; * for I will yet give thanks to him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.