Psalms

Chapter 41

  1. 1

    (To the choir-master. A maskil. Of the sons of Core.)

  2. 2

    O God, my whole soul longs for thee, as a deer for running water;

  3. 3

    my whole soul thirsts for God, the living God; shall I never again make my pilgrimage into God’s presence?

  4. 4

    Morning and evening, my diet still of tears! Daily I must listen to the taunt, Where is thy God now?

  5. 5

    Memories come back to me yet, melting the heart; how once I would join with the throng, leading the way to God’s house, amid cries of joy and thanksgiving, and all the bustle of holiday.

  6. 6

    Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.

  7. 7

    In my sad mood I will think of thee, here in this land of Jordan and Hermon, here on Misar mountain.

  8. 8

    One depth makes answer to another1 amid the roar of the floods thou sendest; wave after wave, crest after crest overwhelms me.

  9. 9

    Would he but lighten the day with his mercy, what praise would I sing at evening to the Lord God who is life for me!

  10. 10

    Thou art my stronghold, I cry out to him still; hast thou never a thought for me? Must I go mourning, with enemies pressing me hard;

  11. 11

    racked by the ceaseless taunts of my persecutors, Where is thy God now?

  12. 12

    Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.