Psalms, 42

BOOK TWO

(Psalms 42 – 72)

To the director. Masʹkil^*1 for the sons of Koʹrah.

¹ As the hind that longs for the water streams, So my very soul longs for you, O God.^*1

² My soul indeed thirsts for God, for the living God.^*1 When shall I come and appear [before]^*2 God?

³ To me my tears have become food day and night, While [they]^*1 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,^*1 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^*1 of my person.^*2

⁶ O my God,^*1 within me my very soul is in despair. That is why I remember you, From the land of Jordan and the peaks of Herʹmon,^*2 From the little mountain.^*3

⁷ Watery deep to watery deep^*1 is calling At the sound of your (water-) spouts.^*2 All your breakers and your waves— Over me they have passed.

⁸ By day Jehovah will command his loving-kindness,^*1 And by night his song will be with me; There will be prayer to the God of my life.^*2

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^*1 and as my God.^*2