Psalm 42

1 As a deer longs for the running brooks:
    so longs my soul for you, O God.
2 My soul is thirsty for God, thirsty for the living God:
    when shall I come and see his face?
3 My tears have been my food day and night:
    while they ask me all day long 'Where now is your God?'
4 As I pour out my soul by myself, I remember this:
    how I went to the house of the Mighty One, into the temple of God,
5 To the shouts and songs of thanksgiving:
    a multitude keeping high festival.
6 Why are you so full of heaviness, my soul:
    and why so unquiet within me?
7 O put your trust in God:
    for I will praise him yet, who is my deliverer and my God.
8 My soul is heavy within me:
    therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, from Mizar among the hills of Hermon.
9 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waters:
    all your waves and breakers have gone over me.
10 Surely the Lord will grant his loving mercy in the day-time:
    and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
11 I will say to God, my rock, 'Why have you forgotten me:
    why must I go like a mourner because the enemy oppresses me?'
12 Like a sword through my bones, my enemies have mocked me:
    while they ask me all day long 'Where now is your God?'
13 Why are you so full of heaviness, my soul:
    and why so unquiet within me?
14 O put your trust in God:
    for I will praise him yet, who is my deliverer and my God.