Psalms 42
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Psalms 42
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For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God. | To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah.Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God. |
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God? | My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God? |
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? | My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God? |
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday. | Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast. |
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 [For] the help of his countenance. | Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God. |
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. | My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. |
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. | Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me. |
[Yet] Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, [Even] a prayer unto the God of my life. | But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life. |
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? | I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters? |
As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? | The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God? |
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 help of my countenance, and my God. | Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God. |