Psalm 42

As the deer longs for the water-brooks,

so longs my soul for you, O God.

My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God;

when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

My tears have been my food day and night,

while all day long they say to me, "Where now is your God?"

I pour out my soul when I think on these things;

how I went with the multitude and led them into the house of God,

With the voice of praise and thanksgiving,

among those who keep holy-day.

Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul?

and why are you so disquieted within me?

Put your trust in God;

for I will yet give thanks to him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

My soul is heavy within me;

therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, and from the peak of Mizar among the heights of Hermon.

One deep calls to another in the noise of your cataracts;

all your rapids and floods have gone over me.

The LORD grants his loving-kindness in the daytime;

in the night season his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to the God of my strength, "Why have you forgotten me?

and why do I go so heavily while the enemy oppresses me?"

While my bones are being broken,

my enemies mock me to my face;

All day long they mock me

and say to me, "Where now is your God?"

Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul?

and why are you so disquieted within me?

Put your trust in God;

for I will yet give thanks to him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.