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Book 2

Psalms 42—72

Wishing to Be Near God

For the director of music. A maskil of the sons of Korah.

42 A deer thirsts for a stream of water.
    In the same way, I thirst for you, God.
I thirst for the living God.
    When can I go to meet with him?
Day and night, my tears have been my food.
People are always saying,
    “Where is your God?”
When I remember these things,
    I speak with a broken heart.
I used to walk with the crowd.
    I led the happy crowd to God’s Temple,
    with songs of praise.

Why am I so sad?
    Why am I so upset?
I should put my hope in God.
    I should keep praising him,
My Savior and     my God.

I am very sad.
    So I remember you while I am in the land where the Jordan River begins.
I will remember you while I am near the Hermon mountains
    and on the mountain of Mizar.
Troubles have come again and again.
    They sound like waterfalls.
Your waves are crashing
    all around me.
The Lord shows his true love every day.
    At night I have a song,
    and I pray to my living God.
I say to God, my Rock,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
Why am I sad
    and troubled by my enemies?”
10 My enemies’ insults make me feel
    as if my bones were broken.
They are always saying,
    “Where is your God?”

11 Why am I so sad?
    Why am I so upset?
I should put my hope in God.
    I should keep praising him,
    my Savior and my God.

42 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

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.

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.

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.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

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.