Chapter 42

To the chief Musician, Maskiyl, for the sons of Qorach.

1

AS the deer pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O Elohiym.

2

My soul thirsts for Elohiym, for the living El: when shall I come and appear before Elohiym?

3

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your Elohiym?

4

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of Elohiym, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept feast day.

5

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope in Elohiym: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

6

O Elohai, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Yardan, and of the Chermoniym, from the hill Mits`ar.

7

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.

8

Yet Yahuah will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the El of my life.

9

I will say unto El my Rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10

As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your Elohiym?

11

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope in Elohiym: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my Elohiym.



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