Psalms

The second book of Psalms, song 42, New English Translation and King James Version

Psalm 42

New English Translation

   For the music director; a well-written song by the Korahites.
   1 As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!
   2 I thirst for God, for the living God. I say, "When will I be able to go and appear in God's presence?"
   3 I cannot eat, I weep day and night; all day long they say to me, "Where is your God?"
   4 I will remember and weep! For I was once walking along with the great throng to the temple of God, shouting and giving thanks along with the crowd as we celebrated the holy festival.
   5 Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.
   6 I am depressed, so I will pray to you while I am trapped here in the region of the upper Jordan, from Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
   7 One deep stream calls out to another at the sound of your waterfalls; all your billows and waves overwhelm me.
   8 By day the LORD decrees his loyal love, and by night he gives me a song, a prayer to the living God.
   9 I will pray to God, my high ridge: "Why do you ignore me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?"
   10 My enemies' taunts cut into me to the bone, as they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
   11 Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

King James Version

   To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
   1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
   2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
   3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
   4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
   5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
   6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
   7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
   8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
   9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
   10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
   11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.