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Chapter 42
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:1 | As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God. | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:2 | My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth,—When shall I enter in, and see the face of God? | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:3 | My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God? | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:4 | These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival. | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:5 | Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence. | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:6 | My God! over myself, my soul is cast down,—For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:7 | Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed. | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:8 | By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life. | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:9 | I will say onto GOD,—my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy? | |
| Psal | Rotherha | 42:10 | With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me,—While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God? | |