Psalm 42 - The Corner Room

As a deer pants for flowing streams

So pants my soul for you, O God

My soul thirsts for God

For the living God

When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my food

Day and night

While they say to me all the day long

«Where is your God?»

These things I remember

As I pour out my soul:

How I would go with the throng

And lead them in procession to the house of God

With glad shouts and songs of praise

A multitude keeping festival

Why are you cast down, O my soul

And why are you in turmoil within me?

Hope in God;

for I shall again praise him

My salvation and my God

My soul is cast down within me;

Therefore I remember you

From the land of Jordan and of Hermon

From Mount Mizar

Deep calls to deep

At the roar of your waterfalls;

All your breakers and your waves

Have gone over me

By day the Lord commands his steadfast love

And at night his song is with me

A prayer to the God of my life

I say to God, my rock:

«Why have you forgotten me?

Why do I go mourning

Because of the oppression of the enemy?»

As with a deadly wound in my bones

My adversaries taunt me

While they say to me all the day long

«Where is your God?»

Why are you cast down, O my soul

And why are you in turmoil within me?

Hope in God;

for I shall again praise him

My salvation and my God