Psalms 41

¹Unto the end. The understanding of the sons of Korah.

²As the deer longs for fountains of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

³My soul has thirsted for the strong living God. When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?

⁴My tears have been my bread, day and night. Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: “Where is your God?”

⁵These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.

⁶Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance,

⁷and my God. My soul has been troubled within myself. Because of this, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and from Hermon, from the little mountain.

⁸Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.

⁹In the daylight, the Lord has ordered his mercy; and in the night, a canticle to him. With me is a prayer to the God of my life.

¹⁰I will say to God, “You are my supporter. Why have you forgotten me? And why do I walk in mourning, while my adversary afflicts me?”

¹¹While my bones are being broken, my enemies, who trouble me, have reproached me. Meanwhile, they say to me every single day, “Where is your God?”

¹²My soul, why are you saddened? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.

Psalms 41

¹Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.

²As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

³My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

⁴My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?

⁵These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

⁶Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,

⁷And my God. My soul is troubled within my self: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.

⁸Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

⁹In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.

¹⁰I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

¹¹Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day by day: Where is thy God?

¹²Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.