Zabur 42

For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Qarun.

¹As the deer pants for the water brooks,

So my soul pants after you, God.

²My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When shall I come and appear before God?

³My tears have been my food day and night,

While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

⁴These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

How I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

⁵Why are you in despair, my soul?

Why are you disturbed within me?

Hope in God!

For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

⁶My God, my soul is in despair within me.

Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan,

The heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

⁷Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.

All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

⁸Allah will command his loving kindness in the daytime.

In the night his song shall be with me:

A prayer to the God of my life.

⁹I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me?

Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

¹⁰As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me,

While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

¹¹Why are you in despair, my soul?

Why are you disturbed within me?

Hope in God! For I shall still praise him,

The saving help of my countenance, and my God.