Psalms 42
1 To the Chanter, a monition of the sons of Korah Like as the hart desireth the water brooks, so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul is a thirst for God, yea even for the living God: when shall I come, and behold the face of God?
3 My tears are my meat day and night, while it is daily said unto me: Where is now thy God?
4 Now when I think there upon, I pour out my heart by myself: for I would fain go hence with the multitude, and pass over with them unto the house of God, in the voice of praise and thanksgiving, among such as keep holy day.
5 Why art thou so full of heaviness (O my soul) and why art thou so unquiet within me? O put thy trust in God, for I will yet give him thanks, for the help of his countenance.
6 My God, my soul is vexed within me: therefore I remember the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermonim.
7 One deep calleth another with the voice of thy whistles, all thy waves(wawes) and water floods are gone over me.
8 The LORD hath promised his loving-kindness daily, therefore will I praise him in the night season, and make my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my stony rock; Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
10 While my bones are broken, and while mine enemies cast me in the teeth, daily saying unto me: Where is now thy God?
11 Why art thou so heavy (O my soul) and why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I will yet thank him for the help of his countenance, and because he is my God.