Psalm 42

Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks  *

so longeth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God *

when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

My tears have been my meat day and night *

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

Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself *

for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;

In the voice of praise and thanksgiving *

among such as keep holy-day.

Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul *

and why art thou so disquieted within me?

Put thy trust in God *

for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.