Psalm 42
As a deer longs for the running brooks
: so longs my soul for you, O God.
My soul is thirsty for God, thirsty for the living God
: when shall I come and see his face?
My tears have been my food day and night
: while they ask me all day long ‘Where now is your God?’
As I pour out my soul by myself, I remember this
: how I went to the house of the Mighty One, into the temple of God,
To the shouts and songs of thanksgiving
: a multitude keeping high festival.
Why are you so full of heaviness, my soul
: and why so unquiet within me?
O put your trust in God
: for I will praise him yet, who is my deliverer and my God.