Psalm 42

EVen as the Hart when he
For brooks of water pants:
So, after thee,
My soul in mee,
When Lord thy presence wants.
My soul doth thirst for thee,
The living GOD most dear:
O when shall I
Approaching nigh
Before the Lord appear?
My tears my meat have been,
Wherewith I sup and dine,
Both night and day,
While still they say,
Where is that God of thine?
My soul dissolves within,
While I these thoughts renew'd,
Because that I
Had formerly
Gone with the multitude.
We to Gods Temple went
With voice of joy and praise,
Where there ensu'd
A multitude
Observing holy dayes.
Why art thou discontent,
My soul why dost thou grieve?
Why should'st thou be
So mov'd in me?
O still in God believe.
Still shall I give him praise
For his sweet favours aid:
But ô my God
I'm undertrod,
My soul in me's dismaid.
Wherefore, in these sad dayes,
Remember thee I will
From Hermon and
Swift Jordans land,
And Missars little hill.

2. Part.
THy water-spouts and deeps
Each other do invite:
Thy waves and all
Thy billows fall,
And overwhelm me quite.
He loving kindness keeps,
Remembred still by day:
His song shall be
By night with me,
To God my life I'l pray.
I'l say to God, My rock,
Why hast forgot me so?
And why go I
So heavily
Oppressed by my fo?
My foes reproachfull mock
Doth pierce my heart like swords:
While, where is thy
Good God, they cry,
And daily use such words.
O why dost thou permit
These sorrows to depress,
O why, my soul,
Dost thou condole
With such unquietness?
Hope thou in God, even yet
His praise shall I record,
Who doth advance
My countenance,
And is my gracious Lord.