Psalm 42

As the deer desires the water brooks, *

so longs my soul for you, O God.

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

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

My tears have been my food day and night, *

while all day long they say to me, “Where now is your God?”

When I think upon these things, I pour out my heart; *

when I remember how I went with the multitude, and brought them into the house of God,

With the voice of praise and thanksgiving *

among those who keep holy day.

Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, *

and why are you so disquieted within me?

O put your trust in God, *

for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.