Psalms 42
1
To the victor; a maskil1 for the sons of Korah.
As the stag bleats after the channels of water,So my soul bleats to▵ Thee, O God.
2
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God◦;When shall I come and appear before the faces of God?
3
My tears have been my bread, by··day and night,When all the day they say to▵ me, Where◦ is thy God?
4
These things I remember,And spill my soul within me;When◦ I passed··by in the throng,I proceeded with them to◦ the house of God,With the voice of a loud··song and confession,With the crowd celebrating.
5
What! Bowest· thyself ·down, O my soul?And art· thou ·tumultuous upon me?Hope thou for God; for I shall still confess Him,The salvations of His faces.2
6
O my God, my soul is bowed··down within me;Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermonites, from a mountain of littleness.
7
The abyss calls to▵ the abyss at the voice of Thy gutters;All Thy breakers and Thy waves have passed over me.
8
By··day Jehovah will command His mercy, and in the night His song shall be with me,A prayer to the God◦ of my life.
9
I will say to God◦ my Rock◦, Why hast Thou forgotten me?Why do I go in··black at the subjugation by the enemy?
10
As with murder in my bones my adversaries reproach me,Saying to▵ me all the day, Where◦ is thy God?
11
What! Bowest· thyself ·down, O my soul?And what! Art· thou ·tumultuous upon me?Hope thou for God; for I shall still confess Him,The salvations of my faces, and my God.
1Psalm 47:7 identifies “maskil” as a type of psalm. It is named from the Hebrew word meaning “giving intelligence.”
2For an explanation of “salvations of the faces,” see AE 412:27.