42:1 For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.

42:2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?

42:3 My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

42:4 These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.

42:5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and

42:6 my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon--from Mount Mizar.

42:7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

42:8 By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me--a prayer to the God of my life.

42:9 I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"

42:10 My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

42:11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.