Psalm 42 (v1)

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2 My soul for God, the living God,
Doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto Thy countenance approach,
And in God's sight appear?

3 My tears have unto me been meat,
Both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.

4 My soul is poured out in me,
When this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:

5 With them into God's house I went,
With voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
The solemn holy days.

6 Oh 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.

7 My God, my soul's cast down in me;
Thee therefore mind I will
From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
And e'en from Mizar's hill.

8 At noise of Thy dread waterspouts,
Deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breakin waves pass over me,
Yea, and Thy billows all.

9 Oh why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why thus with grief opprest,
Art thou disquieted in me?
In God still hope and rest:

10 For yet I know I shall Him praise,
Who graciously to me,
The health is of my countenance,
Yea, mine own God is He.

Scotch Version, 1641, a.