Psalm 42

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When can I go and meet with God?

My tears have been my food day and night,

while men say to me all day long,

"Where is your God?"

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.

 

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.

 

My soul is downcast within me;

therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan,

the heights of Hermon - from Mount Mizar.

Deeps calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;

all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

 

By day the Lord directs his love,

at night his song is with me -

a prayer to the God of my life.

 

I say to God my Rock,

"Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I go about mourning,

oppressed by the enemy?"

My bones suffer mortal agony and my foes taunt me,

saying to me all day long,

"Where is your God?"

 

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.