so
my soul yearns after you, 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 ask me, “Where is your God?”
These
things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,
how
I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house,
with
the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Why
are you in despair, my soul?
Why
are you disturbed within me?
Hope
in God!
For
I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
My
God, my soul is in despair within me.
Therefore,
I remember you from the land of the Jordan,
the
heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Deep
calls to deep,
at
the noise of your channels.
All
your waves and your breakers have swept over me.
Yahweh will
command his loving kindness in the daytime.
In
the night his song shall be with me:
a
prayer to the God of my life.
I
will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me?
Why
do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As
with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me,
while
they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Why
are you in despair, my soul?
Why
are you disturbed within me?
Hope
in God! For I shall still praise him,
the
saving help of my countenance, and my God.
Psalm 42