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.
My soul is heavy within me
: therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan,
from Mizar among the hills of Hermon.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waters
: all your waves and breakers have gone over me.
Surely the Lord will grant his loving mercy in the day-time
: and in the night his song will be with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God, my rock, Why have you forgotten me
: why must I go like a mourner because the enemy oppresses me?
Like a sword through my bones, my enemies have mocked me
: while they ask me all day long Where now is your God?
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.