Psalms 42:1-11

As a deer gets thirsty for streams of water, I truly am thirsty for you, my God. In my heart, I am thirsty for you, the living God. When will I see your face? Day and night my tears are my only food, as everyone keeps asking, “Where is your God?” Sorrow floods my heart, when I remember leading the worshippers to your house. I can still hear them shout their joyful praises. Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I trust you! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God. I am deeply discouraged as I think about you from where the Jordan begins at Mount Hermon and from Mount Mizar. Your vicious waves have swept over me like an angry ocean or a roaring waterfall. Every day, you are kind, and at night you give me a song as my prayer to you, the living LORD God. You are my mighty rock. Why have you forgotten me? Why must enemies ill-treat me and make me sad? Even my bones are in pain, while all day long my enemies sneer and ask, “Where is your God?” Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I trust you! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God.