Psalms Chapter 42
BOOK 2
For the Choir Director
A Maskil of the Sons of Korah
1 My soul pants for God
like a deer pants for water.
2 My soul is thirsty for the living God;
when will I ever see him?
3 My tears have been my food day and night
as people ask me all the time, “Where’s your God?”
4 I think about these things as I pour out my soul.
I used to go with the throng,
leading the procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
in the great celebration.
5 Why despair, my soul?
Why be disturbed?
Put your hope in God because I’ll still praise him
for the help his presence brings.
6 I’m in despair, God;
so I remember you from the land of the Jordan,
from the peaks of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
7 The sounds of your crashing waves echo back and forth;
your waves and breakers are sweeping over me.
Ps 42:1-7
8 The LORD directs his enduring love to me in the daytime;
I sing his songs at night, prayers to my living God.
9 I say to God, my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go around in mourning
because my enemies oppress me?”
10 Like breaking my bones, they taunt me;
people keep asking me, “Where’s your God?”
11 Why despair, my soul?
Why be disturbed?
Put your hope in God because I’ll still praise him
for the help his presence brings.
Ps 42:8-11