BOOK 2. (Ps.42-72) Lament of an Exile.Psalm 42(v41)
To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah.
1As a hart longs for flowing streams,
so longs my soul for you, O God. 2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and behold the face of God? 3My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me continually, "Where is your God?" 4These things I remember, as I pour out my soul:
how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. 5Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
for I shall again praise him, my help and my God. 6My soul is cast down within me,
therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. 7Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts;
all your waves and your billows have gone over me. 8By day Yahweh commands his steadfast love;
and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. 9I say to God, my rock: "Why have you forgotten me?
Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" 10As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?" 11Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.