Chapter 42

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O ELOHIYM.

My soul thirsteth for ELOHIYM, for the living EL: when shall I come and appear before ELOHIYM?

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

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 ELOHIYM, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

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

O my ELOHIYM, 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.

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

Yet YHVH will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the EL of my life.

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

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

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