Psalm 42

The prophet aspireth after the temple and altar of God.

1. 1

   A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man.

2. 2

   For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? And why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?

3. 3

   Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.

4. 4

   And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth. To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp:

5. 5

   Why art thou sad, O my soul? And why dost thou disquiet me?

6. 6

   Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.