CHAPTER 42
For the choirmaster.
A Maskil
of the sons
of Korah.
As the deer
pants
for
streams
of water,
so
my soul
longs
after You,
O God.
These things
come to mind
as I pour out
my soul:
how
I walked
with the multitude,
leading
the procession
to
the house
of God,
with shouts
of joy
and praise.
Why
are you downcast,
O my soul?
Why the unease
within me?
Put your hope
in God,
for
I shall yet
praise Him
for the salvation
of His presence.
O my God,
my soul
despairs
within me.
Therefore
I remember You
from the land
of Jordan
and the peaks of Hermon—
from Mount
Mizar.
Deep
calls
to
deep
in the roar
of Your waterfalls;
all
Your breakers
and waves
have rolled
over me.
The LORD
decrees
His loving devotion
by day;
and at night
His song
is with me—
a prayer
to the God
of my life.
I will say
to God,
my rock,
“Why
have You forgotten me?
Why
must I walk
in sorrow
because of the enemy’s
oppression?”
Like the crushing
of my bones,
my enemies
taunt me,
while they say
to me
all
day long,
“Where
is your God?”
Why
are you downcast,
O my soul?
Why
the unease
within me?
Put your hope
in God,
for
I shall yet
praise Him,
my Savior
and my God.