Ps 42:1-11
1For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites.*
2As the deer longs for streams of water,a
so my soul longs for you, O God.
3My soul thirsts for God, the living God.
When can I enter and see the face of God?*b
4My tears have been my bread day and night,c
as they ask me every day, “Where is your God?”d
5Those times I recall
as I pour out my soul,e
When I would cross over to the shrine of the Mighty One,*
to the house of God,
Amid loud cries of thanksgiving,
with the multitude keeping festival.f
6Why are you downcast, my soul;
why do you groan within me?
Wait for God, for I shall again praise him,
my savior and my God.
7My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I remember you
From the land of the Jordan* and Hermon,
from Mount Mizar,g
8*Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your torrents,
and all your waves and breakers
sweep over me.h
9 By day may the LORD send his mercy,
and by night may his righteousness be with me!
I will pray* to the God of my life,
10I will say to God, my rock:
“Why do you forget me?i
Why must I go about mourning
with the enemy oppressing me?”
11It shatters my bones, when my adversaries reproach me,
when they say to me every day: “Where is your God?”