Psalms 42
To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
1As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after 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 <add>is</add> thy God?
4When I remember these <add>things</add>, I pour out my soul in 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 <add>art</add> thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him <add>for</add> the help of his countenance.
6O my God, 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.
7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8<add>Yet</add> the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song <add>shall be</add> with me, <add>and</add> my prayer unto the God of my life.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10<add>As</add> with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where <add>is</add> thy God?
11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, <add>who is</add> the health of my countenance, and my God.