Psalm 42

42:1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O Elohim.

42:2 My soul thirsteth for Elohim, for the living El: when shall I come and appear before Elohim?

42:3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy Elohim?

42:4 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 Elohim, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept set-apartday.

42:5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in Elohim: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

42:6 O my Elohim, 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.

42:7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

42:8 Yet 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.

42:9 I will say unto El my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

42:10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy Elohim?

42:11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in Elohim: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my Elohim.