To Maschil, To the lead musician, This song was written for the band, For the temple musicians to play, yeah, descendants of Korah the ancient man. Like a wild deer pants seeking a brook of water, so pants my soul for you O God. As a deer pants searching for peaceful water, so thirsts my throat after you O God! My throat thirsts for you Father above, …I thirst for the living God! When shall I go to you God, & stand before? My tears have been my only support, Through the day and through the night, My tears are the only friends in my sight! — And my tears ask me, “Where is thy God?” When I remember things dark and cold, I pour out in my heart my soul: for with the multitude I had gone, I went with them to the house of God. Like a wild deer pants seeking a brook of water, so pants my soul for you O God. As a deer pants searching for peaceful water, so thirsts my throat after you O God! My throat thirsts for you Father above, …I thirst for the living God! With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept the holy day. O my soul, why art thou cast down? and why art thou disquieted in me again? Like a wild deer pants seeking a brook of water, so pants my soul for you O God. As a deer pants searching for peaceful water, so thirsts my throat after you O God! My throat thirsts for you Father above, …I thirst for the living God! Hope thou in God! For I shall yet praise him Hope thou in God! For the help of his countenance. — He is my God!! O my God, my soul is cast down within me: But still wherever I go will I remember thee! From the land of Jordan, & From the land of the Hermonites, & From the hill Mizar. Deep echoes echo through the deep, The noises of your waterspouts — my soul they seek, Thy waves and thy billows are flooding nigh. LORD your lovingkindness is for me in time. In the night your song is with me, I will climb to my rock of safety! My prayer to you, the God of my life. I will go to you O God in my strife! (Even if you have forgotten me.) It’s like a sword in my bones, And I mourn here all alone Because of the oppression of the enemy? mine enemies reproach me; — Daily my enemies ask me, “Where is thy God?” Why are you cast down, O my neck? And why do you cause me pain? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why do you disquiet me again? Hope thou in God!!! for I shall yet praise him! Hope thou in God!!! He is the health of my countenance! — He is my God!! [Psalm 42 F 2a(R10) (RM1)]
