As a deer longs for flowing streams,

    so my soul longs for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God,

    for the living God.

When shall I come and behold

    the face of God?

My tears have been my food

    day and night,

while people say to me continually,

  “Where is your God?”

These things I remember,

    as I pour out my soul:

how I went with the throng,

    and led them in procession to the house of God,

with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,

    a multitude keeping festival.

Why are you cast down, O my soul,

    and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

    my help 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 calls to deep

    at the thunder of your cataracts;

all your waves and your billows

    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 must I walk about mournfully

    because the enemy oppresses me?”

As with a deadly wound in my body,

    my adversaries taunt me,

while they say to me continually,

  “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 again praise him,

    my help and my God. 

Psalm 42