Psalm 42

An Aspen Morning, Colorado, October 2013

The Forty-Second Psalm

As a deer longs for flowing streams,

so my soul longs for you, O God.

²My soul thirsts for God,

for the living God.

When shall I come and behold

the face of God?

³My tears have been my food

day and night,

while people say to me continually,

"Where is your God?"

⁴These things I remember,

as I pour out my soul:

how I went with the throng,

and led them in procession to the house of God,

with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,

a multitude keeping festival.

⁵Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my help ⁶and my God.

My soul is cast down within me;

therefore I remember you

from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,

from Mount Mizar.

⁷Deep calls to deep

at the thunder of your cataracts;

all your waves and your billows

have gone over me.

⁸By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,

and at night his song is with me,

a prayer to the God of my life.

⁹I say to God, my rock,

"Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I walk about mournfully

because the enemy oppresses me?"

¹⁰As with a deadly wound in my body,

my adversaries taunt me,

while they say to me continually,

"Where is your God?"

¹¹Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my help and my God.