Psalm 42
King James Version
42 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 day time, 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.
Psalm 42
English Standard Version
Book Two
Why Are You Cast Down, O My Soul?
To the choirmaster. A Maskil[a] of (A)the Sons of Korah.
42 (B)As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
2 (C)My soul thirsts for God,
for (D)the living God.
When shall I come and (E)appear before God?[b]
3 (F)My tears have been my food
day and night,
(G)while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
4 These things I remember,
as I (H)pour out my soul:
(I)how I would go (J)with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
(K)a multitude keeping festival.
5 (L)Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you (M)in turmoil within me?
(N)Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation[c] 6 and my God.
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I (O)remember you
(P)from the land of Jordan and of (Q)Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
(R)all your breakers and your (S)waves
have gone over me.
8 By day the Lord (T)commands his steadfast love,
and at (U)night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I say to God, (V)my rock:
“Why have you forgotten me?
(W)Why do I go mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10 As with a deadly wound in my bones,
my adversaries taunt me,
(X)while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
11 (Y)Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
Footnotes
- Psalm 42:1 Probably a musical or liturgical term
- Psalm 42:2 Revocalization yields and see the face of God
- Psalm 42:5 Hebrew the salvation of my face; also verse 11 and 43:5
Salmos 42
La Palabra (Hispanoamérica)
Salmo 42 (41)
Estoy sediento de Dios
42 Al maestro del coro. Poema de los hijos de Coré.
2 Como la gacela suspira por torrentes de agua
así, Dios mío, suspiro yo por ti.
3 Estoy sediento de Dios, del Dios vivo,
¿cuándo llegaré a ver el rostro de Dios?
4 Mi llanto es mi alimento día y noche
mientras no dejan de preguntarme:
“¿Dónde está tu Dios?”.
5 Siento gran tristeza al recordar
cómo avanzaba yo entre el gentío,
llevándolos a la casa de Dios
entre vítores de gozo y alabanza
en medio de una muchedumbre en fiesta.
6 ¿Por qué estoy abatido?
¿Por qué estoy tan turbado?
En Dios pondré mi esperanza,
no cesaré de alabarlo.
¡Él es mi Dios salvador!
7 Estoy abatido; por eso te evoco
desde la tierra del Jordán y el Hermón,
desde el monte Mizar.
8 El abismo grita al abismo
ante el fragor de tus cascadas;
tu oleaje, tus impetuosas olas
me han anegado por entero.
9 De día el Señor envía su amor,
de noche un canto me acompaña,
una oración al Dios de mi vida.
10 Pregunto a Dios, mi roca:
“¿Por qué me has olvidado?
¿Por qué he de andar afligido
por el acoso del enemigo?”.
11 Mis huesos están dañados,
mis adversarios me insultan
y no dejan de preguntarme:
“¿Dónde está tu Dios?”.
12 ¿Por qué estoy abatido?
¿Por qué estoy tan turbado?
En Dios pondré mi esperanza,
no cesaré de alabarlo,
¡él es mi Dios salvador!
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La Palabra, (versión hispanoamericana) © 2010 Texto y Edición, Sociedad Bíblica de España