Psalm 42

As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, 

so panteth my soul after Thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God for the living God:

When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night, 

while they say continually unto me, 

'Where is thy God?'

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me:

For I had gone with the multitude,

I went with them to the house of my God,

with the voice of joy and praise,

with a multitude that kept the holy day.

Why art thou cast down oh my soul?

and why are thou disquited within me?

Hope thou in God- for I shall yet praise Him,

for the help of His countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down withing me,

therefore will I remember Thee from the land of Jordan,

and of the Hermonites, from the hill of Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of Thy waterspouts:

all Thy waves and billows are gone over me.

Yes the Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,

and in the night His song shall be with me,

and my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will say unto God, my Rock,

Why hast Thous forgotten me?

Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me;

while they say daily unto me, 'Where is thy God?'

Why art thou cast down, O my soul?

and why art thou disquited withing me?

Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise Him,

who is the health of my countenance,

and my God."