PSALM 42

As the deer pants for the water brooks,

so pants my soul for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my food day and night,

while they continually say to me,

“Where is your God?”

         

When I remember these things,

I pour out my soul within me.

For I used to go with the multitude;

I went with them to the house of God,

with the voice of joy and praise,

with a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.

        

Why are you cast down, O my soul?

And why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God, for I shall yet praise him

for the help of His countenance.

         

O my God, my soul is cast down within me;

therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan,

and from the heights of Hermon,  from the Hill Mizar.

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls;

all your waves and billows have gone over me.

The LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime,

and in the night his song shall be with me—

a prayer to the God of my life.

         

I will say to God my Rock,

“Why have you forgotten me?

Why do I go mourning

because of the oppression of the enemy?”

As with a breaking of my bones,

my enemies reproach me,

while they say to me all day long,

“Where is your God?”

         

Why are you cast down, O my soul?

And why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God;

for I shall yet praise him,

the help of my countenance and my God.