Psalms 42

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1 To the victor; a maskil* for the sons of Korah.
2 As the stag bleats after the channels of water,
so my soul bleats to Thee, O God.

2 3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God;
when shall I come and appear before the faces of God?

3 4 My tears have been my bread, by·​·day and night,
when all the day they say to me, Where is thy God?

4 5 These things I remember,
and spill my soul within me;
when I passed·​·by in the throng,
I processed with them to the house of God,
with the voice of a loud·​·song and confession,
with the crowd celebrating.

5 6 What! bowest· thyself ·down, O my soul?
And art· thou ·tumultuous upon me?
Hope thou for God; for I shall still confess Him,
the salvations of His faces.*

6 7 O my God, my soul is bowed·​·down within me;
therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermonites, from a mountain of littleness.

7 8 The abyss calls to the abyss at the voice of Thy gutters;
all Thy breakers and Thy waves have passed over me.

8 9 By·​·day Jehovah will command His mercy, and in the night His song shall be with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.

9 10 I will say to God my Rock, Why hast Thou forgotten me?
Why do I go in·​·black at the subjugation by the enemy?

10 11 As with murder in my bones my adversaries reproach me,
saying to me all the day, Where is thy God?

11 12 What! bowest· thyself ·down, O my soul?
And what! art· thou ·tumultuous upon me?
Hope thou for God; for I shall still confess Him,
the salvations of my faces, and my God.

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Thanks to the Kempton Project for the permission to use this New Church translation of the Word.