Psalm.
Chapter 42.
For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God. 
My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence? 
My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?” 
These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the festive procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise. 
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence. 
O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from Mount Mizar. 
Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me. 
The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life. 
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?” 
Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” 
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God. 
