Psalm 42
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    Psalm 42

    The souls of the righteous thirst for God—The wicked say, Where is your God?

    To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

    1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

    2 My soul athirsteth for God, for the bliving God: when shall I come and appear before God?

    3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

    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 God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

    5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

    6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

    7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

    8 Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the anight his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

    9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

    10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

    11 Why art thou acast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? bhope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.