To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
[42:1] As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.
[42:2] My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
[42:3] My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
[42:4] 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.
[42:5] 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
[42:6] 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.
[42:7] Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
[42:8] By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
[42:9] I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
[42:10] 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?”
[42:11] 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.