Psalm 42

Quemadmodum
1
As the deer longs for the water-brooks, *
so longs my soul for you, O God.
2
My soul is athirst for God, athirst 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
I pour out my soul when I think on these things: *
how I went with the multitude and led 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
Put your trust in God; *
for I will yet give thanks to him,
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 the peak of Mizar among the heights of Hermon.
9
One deep calls to another in the noise of your cataracts; *
all your rapids and floods have gone over me.
10
The Lord grants his loving-kindness in the daytime; *
in the night season his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
11
I will say to the God of my strength,
“Why have you forgotten me? *
and why do I go so heavily while the enemy oppresses me?”
12
While my bones are being broken, *
my enemies mock me to my face;
13
All day long they mock me *
and 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
Put your trust in God; *
for I will yet give thanks to him,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43

Judica me, Deus
1
Give judgment for me, O God,
and defend my cause against an ungodly people; *
deliver me from the deceitful and the wicked.
2
For you are the God of my strength;
why have you put me from you? *
and why do I go so heavily while the enemy oppresses me?
3
Send out your light and your truth, that they may lead me, *
and bring me to your holy hill
and to your dwelling;
4
That I may go to the altar of God,
to the God of my joy and gladness; *
and on the harp I will give thanks to you, O God my God.
5
Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
6
Put your trust in God; *
for I will yet give thanks to him,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.