Why Are You Cast Down, O My Soul?

As a deer pants for flowing streams,
   so pants my soul for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God,
   for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my food
   day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
   "Where is your God?"

These things I remember,
   as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
   and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
a multitude keeping festival.

 

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
   and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
   my salvation and my God.

My soul is cast down within me;
   therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
   from Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep
   at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
   have gone over me.

By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
   and at night his song is with me,
   a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock:
   "Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
   because of the oppression of the enemy?"

As with a deadly wound in my bones,
   my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
   "Where is your God?"

 

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
   and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
   my salvation and my God.