Psalms

BOOK THE SECOND.

To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah.

42 As the hart cometh panting up to the channels of water So my soul panteth for thee, O God.

2 My soul thirsteth for God, for a God who liveth,—When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

3 My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

4 These things I keep calling to mind and pouring out over me my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise—a throng keeping festival.

5 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.

6 My God! over myself my soul is cast down,—For this cause will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons from the hill Mizar.

7 Roaring deep unto roaring deep is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves over me have passed.

8 By day will Yahweh command his lovingkindness And in the night shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the God of my life.

9 I will say onto God,—my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go because of oppression by the enemy?

10 With a crushing of my bones have my adversaries reproached me,—While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

11 Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence, and my God.