Psalm 42

1  As the deer longs for the water brooks, •
 so longs my soul for you, O God.
2  My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; •
 when shall I come before the presence of God?
3  My tears have been my bread day and night, •
 while all day long they say to me, ‘Where is now your God?’
4  Now when I think on these things, I pour out my soul: •
 how I went with the multitude
   and led the procession to the house of God,
5  With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, •
 among those who kept holy day.
6  Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, •
 and why are you so disquieted within me?
7  O put your trust in God; •
 for I will yet give him thanks,
   who is the help of my countenance, and my God.