42:1 To
the
chiefe
Musician,
Maschil,
for
the
sonnes
of
Korah.
As
the
Hart
panteth
after
the
water
brookes,
so
panteth
my
soule
after
thee,
O
God.
42:2 My
soule
thirsteth
for
God,
for
the
liuing
God:
when
shall
I
come
and
appeare
before
God
42:3 My
teares
haue
bene
my
meate
day
and
night;
while
they
continually
say
vnto
me,
Where
is
thy
God
42:4 When
I
remember
these
things,
I
powre
out
my
soule
in
mee;
for
I
had
gone
with
the
multitude,
I
went
with
them
to
the
house
of
God;
with
the
voyce
of
ioy
and
praise,
with
a
multitude
that
kept
holy
day.
42:5 Why
art
thou
cast
downe,
O
my
soule,
and
why
art
thou
disquieted
in
me
hope
thou
in
God,
for
I
shall
yet
praise
him
for
the
helpe
of
his
countenance.
42:6 O
my
God,
my
soule
is
cast
downe
within
me:
therefore
will
I
remember
thee
from
the
land
of
Iordane,
and
of
the
Hermonites,
from
the
hill
Missar.
42:7 Deepe
calleth
vnto
deepe
at
the
noyse
of
thy
water-spouts:
all
thy
waues,
and
thy
billowes
are
gone
ouer
me.
42:8 Yet
the
Lord
will
command
his
louing
kindnes
in
the
day
time,
and
in
the
night
his
song
shalbe
with
me,
and
my
prayer
vnto
the
God
of
my
life.
42:9 I
will
say
vnto
God,
My
rocke,
why
hast
thou
forgotten
me
why
goe
I
mourning,
because
of
the
oppression
of
the
enemy
42:10 As
with
a
sword
in
my
bones,
mine
enemies
reproch
mee:
while
they
say
dayly
vnto
me,
Where
is
thy
God
42:11 Why
art
thou
cast
downe,
O
my
soule
and
why
art
thou
disquieted
within
me
hope
thou
in
God,
for
I
shall
yet
praise
him,
who
is
the
health
of
my
countenance,
and
my
God.
