Psalm 42 As a deer pants for flowing streams,
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 say to me all the day long, where is
your God? These things I remember as I
pour out my soul. How I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts
and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival. Why are you
cast down, O my soul? And why are you in turmoil within
me? Hope in God, for I shall again
praise Him, my salvation and my God. My soul is cast down
within me. Therefore, I remember you from
the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar, Deep caused
deep at the roar of your waterfalls. All your breakers and your waves
have gone over me. By day the Lord commands his
steadfast love. And 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 do I go mourning because
of the oppression of the enemy? As with a deadly wound in my
bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the
day long, where is your God? Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you in turmoil within
me? Hope in God, for I shall again
praise Him, my salvation and my God. you