Salmos 42

¹For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites. I As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

²My being thirsts for God, the living God. When can I go and see the face of God?

³My tears have been my food day and night, as they ask daily,Where is your God?

⁴Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I went in procession with the crowd, I went with them to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival.

⁵Why are you downcast, my soul; why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.

⁶II My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you From the land of the Jordan and Hermon, from the land of Mount Mizar.

⁷Here deep calls to deep in the roar of your torrents. All your waves and breakers sweep over me.

⁸At dawn may the LORD bestow faithful love that I may sing praise through the night, praise to the God of my life.

⁹I say to God, My rock, why do you forget me? Why must I go about mourning with the enemy oppressing me?

¹⁰It shatters my bones, when my adversaries reproach me. They say to me daily: Where is your God?

¹¹Why are you downcast, my soul, why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.