067) Psalm 42

Psalm 42 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

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1 Like as the hart panting doth bray after the water brooks, even in such wise, O God, my soul after thee panting looks.

2 For God, even for the living God, my soul it thirsteth sore: oh when shall I come and appear the face of God before?

3 My tears have been unto me meat by night also by day, while all the day they unto me, Where is thy God? do say.

4 When as I do in mind record these things, then me upon I do my soul out pour: for I with multitude had gone, with them unto God’s house I went, with voice of joy and praise, I with a multitude did go that did keep holy days.

5 My soul, why art cast down? and art stirr’d in me? thy hope place in God: for yet him praise I shall for the help of his face.