Psalms 42. Quemadmodum.
LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks, * so longeth my soul
after thee, O God.
2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, * while they daily
say unto me, Where is now thy God?
4 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;
5 In the voice of praise and thanksgiving, * among such as keep
6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul? * and why art
thou so disquieted within me?
7 O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet thank him, which is
the help of my countenance, and my God.
8 My soul is vexed within me; * therefore will I remember thee
from the land of Jordan, from Hermon and the little hill.
9 One deep calleth another, because of the noise of thy water-floods;
* all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
10 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.
11 I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten
me? * why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
12 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, * while mine
enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
13 Namely, while they say daily unto me, * Where is now thy God?
14 Why art thou so vexed, O my soul? * and why art thou so disquieted
15 O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet thank him, which
is the help of my countenance, and my God.