Psalm, 42
BOOK TWO
(Psalms 42-72)
To the director. Masʹkil*1 of the sons of Korʹah.
1 As a deer that longs for streams of water, So I long*1 for you, O God.
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2 I do thirst*1 for God, for the living God. When may I come and appear before God?
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3 My tears are my food day and night; All day long people taunt me: “Where is your God?”
4 These things I remember, and I pour out my soul,*1 For I once walked along with the multitude; I used to walk solemnly*2 before them to the house of God, With sounds of rejoicing and thanksgiving, Those of a crowd celebrating a festival.
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5 Why am I*1 in despair? Why is this turmoil within me? Wait for God, For I will yet praise him as my Grand Savior.
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6 My God, I am*1 in despair. That is why I remember you, From the land of Jordan and the peaks of Herʹmon, From Mount Mi·zarʹ.*2
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7 Deep waters call to deep waters At the sound of your waterfalls. All your surging waves have overwhelmed me.
8 By day Jehovah will grant me his loyal love, And by night his song will be with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God, my crag: “Why have you forgotten me? Why should I walk about sad because of the oppression by my enemy?”
10 With murderous hostility*1 my enemies taunt me; All day long they taunt me: “Where is your God?”
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11 Why am I*1 in despair? Why is this turmoil within me? Wait for God, For I will yet praise him as my Grand Savior and my God.
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