Ps.42.1
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
Ps.42.1
A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God.
Ps.42.1
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
Ps.42.1
As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God.
Ps.42.1
As the deer pants for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.
Ps.42.2
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Ps.42.2
I'm thirsty for God--alive. I wonder, "Will I ever make it--arrive and drink in God's presence?"
Ps.42.2
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
Ps.42.2
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Ps.42.2
I thirst for God, the living God. When can I come and stand before him?
Ps.42.3
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
Ps.42.3
I'm on a diet of tears--tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, "Where is this God of yours?"
Ps.42.3
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
Ps.42.3
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say to me, "Where is your God?"
Ps.42.3
Day and night, I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying, "Where is this God of yours?"
Ps.42.4
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Ps.42.4
These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life. I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving--celebrating, all of us, God's feast!
Ps.42.4
These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
Ps.42.4
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go with the multitude; I went with them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.
Ps.42.4
My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be: I walked among the crowds of worshipers, leading a great procession to the house of God, singing for joy and giving thanks--it was the sound of a great celebration!
Ps.42.5
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Ps.42.5
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God--soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.
Ps.42.5
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and
Ps.42.5
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him For the help of His countenance.
Ps.42.5
Why am I discouraged? Why so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again--my Savior and
Ps.42.6
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Ps.42.6
When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you, From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar.
Ps.42.6
my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon-from Mount Mizar.
Ps.42.6
O my God, my soul is cast down within me; Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan, And from the heights of Hermon, From the Hill Mizar.
Ps.42.6
my God! Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember your kindness--from Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan, from the land of Mount Mizar.
Ps.42.7
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Ps.42.7
Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me.
Ps.42.7
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
Ps.42.7
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; All Your waves and billows have gone over me.
Ps.42.7
I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
Ps.42.8
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
Ps.42.8
Then GOD promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night! My life is God's prayer.
Ps.42.8
By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me- a prayer to the God of my life.
Ps.42.8
The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, And in the night His song shall be with me-- A prayer to the God of my life.
Ps.42.8
Through each day the LORD pours his unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing his songs, praying to God who gives me life.
Ps.42.9
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Ps.42.9
Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, "Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?"
Ps.42.9
I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"
Ps.42.9
I will say to God my Rock, "Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
Ps.42.9
"O God my rock," I cry, "Why have you forsaken me? Why must I wander in darkness, oppressed by my enemies?"
Ps.42.10
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
Ps.42.10
They're out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day, "Where is this God of yours?"
Ps.42.10
My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
Ps.42.10
As with a breaking of my bones, My enemies reproach me, While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
Ps.42.10
Their taunts pierce me like a fatal wound. They scoff, "Where is this God of yours?"
Ps.42.11
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Ps.42.11
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God--soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.
Ps.42.11
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
Ps.42.11
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.
Ps.42.11
Why am I discouraged? Why so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again--my Savior and my God!
