Book II (Psalms 42 -72)
This Psalm is "for the music leader" // "a maskil of the Korahites" //
Just like a deer that craves streams of water, my whole being / soul craves you, God.
My whole being thirsts for God, for the living God.
When will I come and see God's face?
My tears have been my food both day and night, as people constantly questioned me, "Where's your God now?"
But I remember these things as I bare my soul: how I made my way to the mighty one's abode:
to God's own house, with joyous shots and thanksgiving songs --
a huge crowd celebrating this festival!
Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed?
Why are you so upset inside?
Hope in God!
Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God!
My whole being is depressed.
That's why I remember you from the land of Jordan and Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Deep called to deep at the noise of your waterfalls;
all you massive waves surged over me.
By day the LORD commands his faithful love;
By night his song is with me --
a prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God, my solid rock, "Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I have to walk around, sad, oppressed by enemies?"
With my bones crushed, my foes make fun of me,
constantly questioning me: "Where's your God now?"
Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed?
Why are you so upset inside? Hope in God! Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.
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