PSAL. XLII. To the chief musician Maschil, for the sons of Korah. (Book 42)
LIke as the hart for water-brooks
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.
My soul for God, the living God,Line 2
doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in Gods sight appear?
My tears have unto me been meatLine 3
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God, they say?
My soul is poured out in me,Line 4
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
With them into Gods house I went,
with voice of joy and praise,
Yea, with the multitude, that kept