As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants
for you, my 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 people 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 to the house of God
under the
protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive
throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
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 the Jordan,
the heights of
Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep 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
as my foes taunt
me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed
within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet
praise him,
my Savior and my
God. Psalm 42
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