
42 - Quemadmodum

1   As the deer desires the water brooks, 🞙
    so longs my soul for you, O God.

2   My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; 🞙
    when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

3   My tears have been my food day and night, 🞙
    while all day long they say to me, “Where now is your God?”

4   When I think upon these things, I pour out my heart, 🞙
    when I remember how I went with the multitude, and brought them into the house of God,

5   With the voice of praise and thanksgiving 🞙
    among those who keep holy day.

6   Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, 🞙
    and why are you so disquieted within me?

7   O put your trust in God, 🞙
    for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

8   My soul is heavy within me; 🞙
    therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, and from Mizar among the hills of Hermon.

9   One deep calls to another in the noise of your waterfalls; 🞙
    all your waves and storms have gone over me.

10  The Lord will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; 🞙
    and in the night season will I sing of him, and make my prayer to the God of my life.

11  I will say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? 🞙
    Why am I full of heaviness, while the enemy oppresses me?”

12  My bones are broken asunder, 🞙
    while my enemies mock me to my face,

13  While all day long they say to me, 🞙
    “Where now is your God?”

14  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, 🞙
    and why are you so disquieted within me?

15  O put your trust in God, 🞙
    for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
