Psalms 41 — BST

41For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core.²As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.³My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?⁴My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?⁵I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.⁺⁶Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.⁷O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.⁸Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.⁹By day the Lord will command his mercy, and⁺manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.¹⁰I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?¹¹While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?¹²Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.