Psalm

42 As the hind that longs for the water streams,

So my very soul longs for you, O God.*+

 2 My soul indeed thirsts for God,+ for the living God.*+

When shall I come and appear [before]* God?+

 3 To me my tears have become food day and night,+

While [they]* say to me all day long: “Where is your God?”+

 4 These things I will remember, and I will pour out my soul within me.+

For I used to pass along with the throng,

I used to walk slowly before them to the house of God,*+

With the voice of a joyful cry and thanksgiving,+

Of a crowd celebrating a festival.+

 5 Why are you in despair, O my soul,+

And why are you boisterous within me?+

Wait for God,+

For I shall yet laud him as the grand salvation* of my person.*+

 6 O my God,* within me my very soul is in despair.+

That is why I remember you,+

From the land of Jordan and the peaks of Herʹmon,*+

From the little mountain.*+

 7 Watery deep to watery deep* is calling

At the sound of your (water-) spouts.*

All your breakers and your waves+—

Over me they have passed.+

 8 By day Jehovah will command his loving-kindness,*+

And by night his song will be with me;+

There will be prayer to the God of my life.*+

 9 I will say to God my crag:+

“Why have you forgotten me?+

Why do I walk sad because of the oppression of the enemy?”+

10 With murder against my bones those showing hostility to me have reproached me,+

While they say to me all day long: “Where is your God?”+

11 Why are you in despair, O my soul,+

And why are you boisterous within me?+

Wait for God,+

For I shall yet laud him as the grand salvation of my person* and as my God.*+