Why, my soul, are you downcast?(A)
    Why so disturbed(B) within me?
Put your hope in God,(C)
    for I will yet praise(D) him,
    my Savior(E) and my God.(F)

My soul is downcast within me;
    therefore I will remember(G) you
from the land of the Jordan,(H)
    the heights of Hermon(I)—from Mount Mizar.

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(A)Why are you [a](B)in despair, my soul?
And why are you (C)restless within me?
(D)Wait for God, for I will [b]again praise [c]Him
For the [d](E)help of His [e]presence, my God.
My soul is [f]in despair within me;
Therefore I (F)remember You from (G)the land of the Jordan
And the [g]peaks of (H)Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:5 Lit dissolved away
  2. Psalm 42:5 Or still
  3. Psalm 42:5 Some ancient versions Him, the help of my face and my God
  4. Psalm 42:5 Or saving acts of
  5. Psalm 42:5 Or presence. O my God, my soul...
  6. Psalm 42:6 Or dissolved away
  7. Psalm 42:6 Lit Hermons

Why am I discouraged?
    Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
    I will praise him again—
    my Savior and my God!

Now I am deeply discouraged,
    but I will remember you—
even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,
    from the land of Mount Mizar.

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(A)Why are you [a]cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
(B)Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
[b]For the help of His countenance.

[c]O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan,
And from the heights of Hermon,
From [d]the Hill Mizar.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:5 Lit. bowed down
  2. Psalm 42:5 So with MT, Tg.; a few Heb. mss., LXX, Syr., Vg. The help of my countenance, my God
  3. Psalm 42:6 So with MT, Tg.; a few Heb. mss., LXX, Syr., Vg. put my God at the end of v. 5
  4. Psalm 42:6 Or Mount

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
    Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—
    soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
    He’s my God.

6-8 When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
    everything I know of you,
From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
    including Mount Mizar.
Chaos calls to chaos,
    to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
    crash and crush me.
Then God promises to love me all day,
    sing songs all through the night!
    My life is God’s prayer.

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