As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee,
(42:1-11) "As the hart panteth after the water brooks....."
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?||
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say
daily unto me, Where is thy God?||
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.