(42) For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.

My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.

O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.

By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?

Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.