42 1 As a hart longs for flowing streams,
so longs my soul for you, O God.
42 2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and behold the face of God?
42 3 My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
42 4 These 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.
42 5 Why 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.
42 6 My soul is cast down within me,
therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
42 7 Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts;
all your waves and your billows have gone over me.
42 8 By day Yahweh commands his steadfast love;
and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
42 9 I say to God, my rock: "Why have you forgotten me?
Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
42 10 As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
42 11 Why 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.