Psalm 42

Chant Psalter

Natural Speech Rhythm

1 Like as the hart de- | 3 sireth the | water•brooks, ||

so longeth my | soul • after | thee, O | God. ||

2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the | living | God: ||

when shall I come to ap- | pear be•fore the | 3 presence of | God? ||

3 My tears have been my meat day and night, * while they daily say unto me, | Where is • now thy | God? ||

4 Now when I think thereupon, I | 3 pour out • my | heart • by my- | self; ||

for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the | house of | God; ||

5 In the voice of praise and | thanksgiving, a•mong | 3 such as • keep | holy•day. ||

6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, | O my | soul? ||

and why art thou | so dis- | quiet•ed with- | in me? ||

Full

7 Put thy | trust in | God; ||

for I will yet give him | thanks, •for the | 3 help of • his | counte•nance. ||

Full

7 O put thy | trust in | God; ||

for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my | counte•nance, | and my | God. ||

8 My God, my soul is | vexed with- | in me; ||

therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the | little | hill of | Hermon. ||

8 My soul is | vexed with- | in me; ||

therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, from | Hermon • and the | little | hill. ||

9 One deep calleth another, because of the | noise • of the | water•pipes; ||

all thy | waves and | 3 storms are • gone | over • me. ||

9 One deep calleth another, because of the | noise • of thy | water•floods; ||

all thy | waves and | 3 storms are • gone | over • me. ||

10 The Lord hath granted his loving- | kindness • in the | day-time; ||

and in the night season did I sing of him, * and made my | prayer un•to the | 3 God of • my | life. ||

10 The Lord will grant his loving- | kindness • in the | day-time; ||

and in the night season will I sing of him, * and make my | prayer un•to the | 3 God of • my | life. ||

11 I will say unto the God of my strength, | Why hast • thou for- | gotten • me? ||

why go I thus heavily, | while the | ene•my op- | presseth • me? ||

2nd half

12 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, * while mine enemies that trouble me | cast me • in the | teeth; ||

13 Namely, while they say daily unto me, | Where is | now thy | God? ||

14 Why art thou so 3 vexed, | O my | soul? ||

and why art thou | so dis- | quiet•ed with- | in me? ||

Full

15 O put thy | trust in | God; ||

for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my | counte•nance, | and my | God. ||

Glory | be • to the | Father, ||

and to the Son, | and • to the | Holy | Ghost; ||

As it | was in • the be- | ginning, ||

is now, and ever shall be, * | world with•out | end. A- | men. ||