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.
Psalm 42:8

See the cure of sorrow. When the soul rests on itself, it sinks; if it catches hold on the power and promise of God, the head is kept above the billows. And what is our support under present woes but this, that we shall have comfort in Him. In the Saviour’s name let us hope and pray. One word from him will calm every storm, and turn midnight darkness into the light of noon, the bitterest complaints into joyful praises.  Let us never think that the God of our life, and the Rock of our salvation, has forgotten us, if we have made his mercy, truth, and power, our refuge. Thus the psalmist strove against his despondency: at last his faith and hope obtained the victory. Let us learn to check all unbelieving doubts and fears. Apply the promise first to ourselves, and then plead it to God. Commentary by Matthew Henry, 1710.

Psalm 42

(To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.)

As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night,
while they continually say unto me,
Where is thy God?

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.

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.

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.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts:
all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

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.

I will say unto God my rock,
Why hast thou forgotten me?
why go I mourning because of
the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones,
mine enemies reproach me;
while they say daily unto me,
Where is thy God?

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.

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