In days of trouble we long for the Lord to come and help us—even thirsting for Him, and He sends His faithful love.

BibleGateway: Psalm 42

ESV Text: Psalm 42

Psalm 42 (Listen)

Book Two

Why Are You Cast Down, O My Soul?

To the choirmaster. A Maskil1 of the Sons of Korah.


42:1   As a deer pants for flowing streams,
    so pants my soul for you, O God.
  My soul thirsts for God,
    for the living God.
  When shall I come and appear before God?2
  My tears have been my food
    day and night,
  while they say to me all the day long,
    “Where is your God?”
  These things I remember,
    as I pour out my soul:
  how I would go with the throng
    and lead them in procession to the house of God
  with glad shouts and songs of praise,
    a multitude keeping festival.


  Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you in turmoil within me?
  Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my salvation3 and my God.


  My soul is cast down within me;
    therefore I remember you
  from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
    from Mount Mizar.
  Deep calls to deep
    at the roar of your waterfalls;
  all your breakers and your waves
    have gone over me.
  By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
    and at night his song is with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.
  I say to God, my rock:
    “Why have you forgotten me?
  Why do I go mourning
    because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10   As with a deadly wound in my bones,
    my adversaries taunt me,
  while they say to me all the day long,
    “Where is your God?”


11   Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you in turmoil within me?
  Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my salvation and my God.

Footnotes

[1] 42:1 Probably a musical or liturgical term

[2] 42:2 Revocalization yields and see the face of God

[3] 42:5 Hebrew the salvation of my face; also verse 11 and 43:5

(ESV)


KJV Text:

KJV Text (alt. audio): Chapter 42:

     1 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. 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.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 651 (LSB 752):
Be Still, My Soul

Hymnary.org — Organ Audio

1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side; 
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; 
Leave to thy God to order and provide; 
In every change He faithful will remain. 
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend 
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. 

2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake 
To guide the future as He has the past. 
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake; 
All now mysterious shall be bright at last. 
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know 
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below. 

3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart 
And all is darkened in the vale of tears; 
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, 
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears. 
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay 
From His own fulness all He takes away. 

4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on 
When we shall be forever with the Lord, 
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, 
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored. 
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past, 
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.