Psalm 42

New Coverdale Version

As the deer desires the water brooks, * so longs my soul for you, O God.

My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; * when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

My tears have been my food day and night, * while all day long they say to me, “Where now is your God?”

When I think upon these things, I pour out my heart, * when I remember how I went with the multitude, and brought them into the house of God,

With the voice of praise and thanksgiving * among those who keep holy day.

Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, * and why are you so disquieted within me?

O put your trust in God, * for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

My soul is heavy within me; * therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, and from Mizar among the hills of Hermon.

One deep calls to another in the noise of your waterfalls; * all your waves and storms have gone over me.

The Lord will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; * and in the night season will I sing of him, and make my prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? * Why am I full of heaviness, while the enemy oppresses me?”

My bones are broken asunder, * while my enemies mock me to my face,

While all day long they say to me, * “Where now is your God?”

Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, * and why are you so disquieted within me?

O put your trust in God, * for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.