Psalm 42

As the deer does pant for streams of water,
So my soul is yearning for my Father.
My soul thirsts for the God who is living.
When may I see His face in worshiping?
Day and night, I eat nothing but my tears.
“Where’s your God?” they say, thinking I can’t hear.
My mournful soul recalls the early days
When I led the multitude down the way
To the house of God among the singing
And the shouts of joy while we were praising.

Why, my soul, are you saddened and downcast?
Why is this troubling unease so steadfast?
Hope in God and praise Him in these moments
And give Him thanks for His saving presence.

While despair and this downcast soul lingers,
All I am and have will long remember
You, oh God, from the lands of the Jordan,
From Mt. Mizar in the heights of Herman.
How the deep in me calls to God’s own deep
As great waters sound their fall, crash, and sweep!
Filled with fury, waves and breakers billow,
Sweeping me as tidal waters bellow.
Day by day, our Lord God who is gracious,
Does command and send His lovingkindness.
Night by night, with God my soul is singing –
Verses made I give to Whom I’m praying!
Pleading to my God my Rock I do say,
“Why have You forgotten me?” And I pray,
“Why must I traverse the streets in mourning,
Languishing while my foes are oppressing?”
Bones within me suffer like a crushing,
When enemies glare at me with taunting,
Saying day by day – the voice of mockers –
“Where is this God of yours, this great Savior?”

Why, my soul, are you saddened and downcast?
Why is this troubling unease so steadfast?
Hope in God and praise Him in these moments
And give Him thanks for His saving presence.