Psalms 42:1-8

¹BOOK SECOND: “To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach.” (42:2) As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

²(42:3) My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go again and be seen in the presence of God?

³(42:4) My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

⁴(42:5) These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.

⁵(42:6) Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance.

⁶(42:7) O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.

⁷(42:8) Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.

⁸(42:9) In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life.