Psalms 42
1 For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.
2 As a deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and appear before God?
4 My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the time, “Where is your God?”
5 I remember these things and pour out my soul within me: how I used to go with the crowd and lead them to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving, a festive crowd.
6 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and stirred up within me? Hope in God, for I will still praise him for the salvation that comes from his presence.
7 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; so I remember you from the land of the Jordan and the Hermons, from Mount Little.
8 Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and billows have passed over me.
9 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and by night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
10 I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I walk in mourning under the oppression of the enemy?”
11 With pain that cuts to my bones, my adversaries taunt me, saying all the time: “Where is your God?”
12 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you stirred up within me? Hope in God, for I will still praise him: he is the salvation of my face and my God.
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