Psalm 42

Psalm 42

As the hart panteth for the water brooks, so panteth my soul for Thee, O God. 2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God? 3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, "Where is thy God?" 4When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within 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.

5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance.