Psalms 42

As the deer pants for the water brooks,

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

My tears have been my food day and night,

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

Why are you in despair, my soul?

My God, my soul is in despair within me.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.

will command his loving kindness in the daytime.

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me?

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me,

Why are you in despair, my soul?