Psalm 42
Psalm 42
SPOHR  |  Bible Passage
Author: 1650 Scottish Psalter
Musician: Adapted from Louis Spohr, 1784-1859

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   1  Like as the hart for water-brooks
         in thirst doth pant and bray;
      So pants my longing soul, O God,
         that come to thee I may.
   2  My soul for God, the living God,
         doth thirst: when shall I near
      Unto thy countenance approach,
         and in God's sight appear?

   3  My tears have unto me been meat,
         both in the night and day,
      While unto me continually,
         Where is thy God? they say.
   4  My soul is pourèd out in me,
         when this I think upon;
      Because that with the multitude
         I heretofore had gone:

      With them into God's house I went,
         with voice of joy and praise;
      Yea, with the multitude that kept
         the solemn holy days.
   5  O why art thou cast down, my soul?
         why in me so dismayed?
      Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
         his count'nance is mine aid.

   6  My God, my soul's cast down in me;
         thee therefore mind I will
      From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
         and ev'n from Mizar hill.
   7  At the noise of thy water-spouts
         deep unto deep doth call;
      Thy breaking waves pass over me,
         yea, and thy billows all.

   8  His loving-kindness yet the Lord
         command will in the day,
      His song's with me by night; to God,
         by whom I live, I'll pray:
   9  And I will say to God my rock,
         Why me forgett'st thou so?
      Why, for my foes' opprëssion,
         thus mourning do I go?

  10  'Tis as a sword within my bones,
         when my foes me upbraid;
      Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God?
         'tis daily to me said.
  11  O why art thou cast down, my soul?
         why, thus with grief oppressed,
      Art thou disquieted in me?
         in God still hope and rest:

      For yet I know I shall him praise,
         who graciously to me
      The health is of my countenance,
         yea, mine own God is he.


BIBLE PASSAGE:

1 ¶ As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remember these things, 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.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 ¶ O 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.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? 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.