PSALMS

The Forty-Second Psalm

Quemadmodum.

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LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks, * so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
 
My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: * when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
 
My tears have been my meat day and night, * while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
 
Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself; * for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
 
In the voice of praise and thanksgiving, * among such as keep holy-day.
 
Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul? * and why art thou so disquieted within me?
 
O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
 
My soul is vexed within me; * therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, from Hermon and the little hill.
 
One deep calleth another, because of the noise of thy water-floods; * all thy waves and storms are 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 unto the God of my life.
 
I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me? * why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
 
My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, * while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
 
Namely, while they say daily unto me, * Where is now thy God?
 
Why art thou so vexed, O my soul? * and why art thou so disquieted within me?
 
O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.