Psalms 42:1-5-6 ERV
Like a deer drinking from a stream,
I reach out to you, my God.
My soul thirsts for the living God.
When can I go to meet with him?
Instead of food, I have only tears day and night,
as my enemies laugh at me and say, “Where is your God?”
My heart breaks as I remember the pleasant times in the past,
when I walked with the crowds as I led them up to God’s Temple.
I remember the happy songs of praise
as they celebrated the festival.
Why am I so sad?
Why am I so upset?
I tell myself, “Wait for God’s help!
You will again be able to praise him,
your God, the one who will save you.”
In my sadness I say, “I will remember you from here on this small hill,
where Mount Hermon and the Jordan River meet.”
ERV: Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version