Psalm 42.
To the chief musician Maskell.
For the sons of Korah.
. Psalm 42 - To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so So panteth my soul after thee.
Oh God.
My soul thirsts for God.
For the living God.
Wind, shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night while they continually
say unto me, where is that?
I got.
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me for,
I have 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 holy day.
Why aren't the cats down?
Oh my soul.
And why art thou disquieted in me.
Hope though on God.
For, I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Oh, my God.
My soul is cast down within me.
Therefore will.
I remember the, from the land of Jordan.
Ended up the Herman Knights.
From the hill of miser.
Deep calm.
And to deep at the noise of the water spouts.
All of the waves and my billows are gone over me.
You get the Lord will command his loving kindness in the daytime.
And then the night, his song shall be with me.
And my prayer unto the God of my life.
I will say unto God, my rock.
Why has style forgotten me?
Why go I'm mourning because of the oppression of the enemy.
As with a sword in my bones might enemies reproach me.
Well, they say daily on to me.
Where is that?
I got.
Why aren't the cast down on my soul.
And why are our thought disquieted within me?
Hope though in God.
For, I shall yet praise him.
Who is the health of my countenance and my God.