Book of Psalms, No. 42
No. 42 of the Psalms
for flowing streams,
so longs my soul
for thee, O God.
for the living God.
When shall I come and behold
the face of God?
day and night,
while men say to me continually,
“Where is your God?”
as I pour out my soul:
how I went with the throng,
and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
a multitude keeping festival.
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help
¶ My soul is cast down within me,
therefore I remember thee
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
at the thunder of thy cataracts;
all thy waves and thy billows
have gone over me.
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
“Why hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?”
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually,
“Where is your God?”
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help and my God.Read Psalm 42 in other Bible versions: