• Psalm 42
• Quemadmodum

¹ As the deer longs for the water-brooks, *

so longs my soul for you, O God.

² My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God; *

when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

³ My tears have been my food day and night, *

while all day long they say to me,

"Where now is your God?"

⁴ I pour out my soul when I think on these things; *

how I went with the multitude and led them into the house of God,

⁵ With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, *

among those who keep holy-day.

⁶ Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *

and why are you so disquieted within me?

⁷ Put your trust in God; *

for I will yet give thanks to him,

who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

⁸ My soul is heavy within me; *

therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan,

and from the peak of Mizar among the heights of Hermon.

⁹ One deep calls to another in the noise of your cataracts; *

all your rapids and floods have gone over me.

¹⁰ The LORD grants his loving-kindness in the daytime; *

in the night season his song is with me,

a prayer to the God of my life.

¹¹ I will say to the God of my strength,

"Why have you forgotten me? *

and why do I go so heavily while the enemy oppresses me?"

¹² While my bones are being broken, *

my enemies mock me to my face;

¹³ All day long they mock me *

and say to me, "Where now is your God?"

¹⁴ Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *

and why are you so disquieted within me?

¹⁵ Put your trust in God; *

for I will yet give thanks to him,

who is the help of my countenance, and my God.