Psalm 42

1Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God. 2I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God? 3My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, is your God?” 4My heart floods with sorrow, as I call to mind: I used to pass on with the throng, at their head, to the house of God, with glad shouts and giving of thanks, in the throng who kept festival. 5Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God. 6I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar. 7Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me. 8In the day I cry to the Lord to summon his kindness; and the song that I sing in the night is a prayer to the living God. 9I say to God my rock, have you forgotten me? I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?” 10It pierces me to the heart to hear the enemy’s taunts, all the day long they say to me, Where is your God?”