Psalm 42. Quemadmodum.

1. LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks, *
   so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
2. My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: *
   when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3. My tears have been my meat day and night, *
   while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
4. Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself; *
   for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
5. In the voice of praise and thanksgiving, *
   among such as keep holy-day.
6. Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul? *
   and why art thou so disquieted within me?
7. O put thy trust in God; *
   for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
8. My soul is vexed within me; *
   therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, from Hermon and the little hill.
9. One deep calleth another, because of the noise of thy waterfloods; *
   all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
10. The Lord will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; *
    and in the night season will I sing of him, and make my prayer unto the God of my life.
11. I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me? *
    why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
12. My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, *
    while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
13. Namely, while they say daily unto me, *
    Where is now thy God?
14. Why art thou so vexed, O my soul? *
    and why art thou so disquieted within me?
15. O put thy trust in God; *
    for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.