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Psalm 42


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? Put thy trust in God; for I will give him thanks for the help of his countenance.

My God, my soul is vexed within me; therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon. One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes; all thy waves and storms are gone over me. The Lord hath granted his loving kindness in the daytime; and in the night season did I sing of him, and made 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.

The coverdale translation edited by W.S. Peterson and Valerie Macys — used with permission.