42:1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God. 42:2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God? 42:3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? 42:4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday. 42:5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And `why' art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him `For' the help of his countenance. 42:6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.