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Psalm
42
[Recommended
tunes: Glencairn, Wetherby, Glenluce, Spohr, Elgin,
Lighthill]
8,6,8,6
To
the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
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1Like as the hart for water-brooks
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So
pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.
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2My soul for God, the living God,
doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto
thy countenance approach,
and in God's sight appear?
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3My tears have unto me been meat,
both in the night and day,
While
unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.
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4My soul is poured out in me,
when this I think upon;
Because
that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
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With
them into God's house I went,
with voice of joy and praise;
Yea,
with the multitude that kept
the solemn holy days.
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5O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why in me so dismay'd?
Trust
God, for I shall praise him yet,
his count'nance is mine aid.
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6My God, my soul's cast down in me;
thee therefore mind I will
From
Jordan
's land, the Hermonites,
and ev'n from Mizar hill.
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7At the noise of thy water-spouts
deep unto deep doth call;
Thy
breaking waves pass over me,
yea, and thy billows all.
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8His loving-kindness yet the Lord
command will in the day,
His
song's with me by night; to God,
by whom I live, I'll pray:
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9And I will say to God my rock,
Why me forgett'st thou so?
Why,
for my foes' oppression,
thus mourning do I go?
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10'Tis as a sword within my bones,
when my foes me upbraid;
Ev'n
when by them, Where is thy God?
'tis daily to me said.
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11O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why, thus with grief opprest,
Art
thou disquieted in me?
in God still hope and rest:
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For
yet I know I shall him praise,
who graciously to me
The
health is of my countenance,
yea, mine own God is he.
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The Psalms in Metre
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