For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
While they {Hebrew: all the day.}continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
These things I remember, and pour out my soul {Hebrew: upon.}within me,
How I went with the throng, and {Or, went in procession with them}led them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Why art thou {Hebrew: bowed down.}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.
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 {Or, the little mountain}the hill Mizar.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls:
All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time;
And in the night his song shall be with me,
Even a prayer unto the God of my life.
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning {Or, while the enemy oppresseth}because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with {Or, crushing}a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me,
While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
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,
Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Querverweise zu Psalm 42,9 Ps 42,9
Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge;My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever?How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
I am {Hebrew: bent.}pained and bowed down greatly;I go mourning all the day long.
Because of the voice of the enemy,Because of the oppression of the wicked;For they cast iniquity upon me,And in anger they persecute me.
A Psalm of David.Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call:My rock, be not thou deaf unto me;Lest, if thou be silent unto me,I become like them that go down into the pit.
For the Chief Musician; set to {That is, The hind of the morning.}Aijeleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David.My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? {Or, Far from my help are the words of my groaning Hebrew: roaring.}Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off?Why go I mourning {Or, while the enemy oppresseth}because of the oppression of the enemy?
Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and, behold, the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.
He only is my rock and my salvation:He is my high tower; I shall not be greatly moved.
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not;And in the night season, {Or, but find no rest}and am not silent.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah;I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
Remember, O Jehovah, what is come upon us:Behold, and see our reproach.
Our inheritance is turned unto strangers,Our houses unto aliens.
We are orphans and fatherless;Our mothers are as widows.
We have drunken our water for money;Our wood is {Hebrew: cometh for price.}sold unto us.
Our pursuers are upon our necks:We are weary, and have no rest.
We have given the hand to the Egyptians,And to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers sinned, and are not;And we have borne their iniquities.
Servants rule over us:There is none to deliver us out of their hand.
We get our bread at the peril of our lives,Because of the sword of the wilderness.
Our skin is {Or, hot}black like an oven,Because of the burning heat of famine.
They ravished the women in Zion,The virgins in the cities of Judah.
Princes were hanged up by their hand:The faces of elders were not honored.
The young men bare the mill;And the children stumbled under the wood.
The elders have ceased from the gate,The young men from their music.
The joy of our heart is ceased;Our dance is turned into mourning.
The crown is fallen from our head:Woe unto us! for we have sinned.
He only is my rock and my salvation:He is my high tower; I shall not be moved.
Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord?Arise, cast us not off for ever.
When I looked for good, then evil came;And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
My heart is troubled, and resteth not;Days of affliction are come upon me.
I go {Or, blackened, but not by the sun}mourning without the sun:I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I am a brother to jackals,And a companion to ostriches.
My skin is black, and falleth from me,And my bones are burned with heat.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning,And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
With God is my salvation and my glory:The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.
Wherefore hidest thou thy face,And forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
And they remembered that God was their rock,And the Most High God their redeemer.
Hath God forgotten to be gracious?Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? [Selah
Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from Jehovah, and the justice due to me is passed away from my God?
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, these may forget, yet will not I forget thee.