42 - Quemadmodum

1  As the deer desires the water brooks, *
so longs my soul for you, O God.
2  My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3  My tears have been my food day and night, *
while all day long they say to me, “Where now is your God?”
4  When I think upon these things, I pour out my heart, *
when I remember how I went with the multitude, 
and brought them into the house of God,
5  With the voice of praise and thanksgiving *
among those who keep holy day.
6  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, *
and why are you so disquieted within me?

7  O put your trust in God, *
for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my 
countenance, and my God.
8  My soul is heavy within me; *
therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, and 
from Mizar among the hills of Hermon.
9  One deep calls to another in the noise of your waterfalls; *
all your waves and storms have gone over me.
10  The Lord will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; *
and in the night season will I sing of him, and make my 
prayer to the God of my life.
11  I will say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? *
Why am I full of heaviness, while the enemy oppresses me?”
12  My bones are broken asunder, *
while my enemies mock me to my face,
13  While all day long they say to me, *
“Where now is your God?”
14  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
15  O put your trust in God, *
for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my 
countenance, and my God.