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Psalm 42 ©
The prophet bemoans bitterly his deprivation of the public worship of God during his exile, and the blasphemies of his enemies, which caused his spirit to be overwhelmed; nevertheless, he rouses up his soul again unto a firm hope and confidence in the grace of God.
To the chief 1Musician, 2Maschil, for the 3sons of Korah.
AS the 4harta5panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
Myb soul 6thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I 7come and appear before God?
Myc tears have been my 8meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, 9Where is thy God?
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul 10in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I 11went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Whyd art thou 12cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the 13help of his 14countenance.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of 15Jordan, and of the 16Hermonites, from the 17hill Mizar.
18Deep calleth unto deep at the 19noise of thy 20waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
21Yet the LORD will 22command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night 23his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God 24of my life.
I will say unto God 25my rock, Why hast thou 26forgotten me? why go I 27mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a 28sword 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 29health of my countenance, and my God.