Salmo 42

1 As the doe longs for running waters, my soul longs for you, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I come in to introduce myself to God?

3 My tears have been my food day and night, for they ask me all the time, "Where is your God?"

4 When I remember these things, I cry in anguish. For I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with songs of joy and thanksgiving among the celebrating multitude.

5 Why are you so sad, my soul? Why are you so upset inside me? Put your hope in God! For I will praise him still; he is my savior and

6 my God. My soul is deeply sad; Therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan, from the heights of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

7 Abyss calls abyss by the roaring of your waterfalls; all your waves and waves have come upon me.

8 May the Lord grant me his faithful love by day; in the night be with me your song. It is my prayer to God that gives me life.

9 I will say to God, my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why should I wander and mourn, oppressed by the enemy? ”

10 Even my bones suffer mortal agony when my adversaries mock me, asking me all the time, "Where is your God?"

11 Why are you so sad, O my soul? Why are you so upset inside me? Put your hope in God! For I will praise him still; He is my Savior and my God.