As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!
I thirst for God, for the living God.

I say, “When will I be able to go and appear in God’s presence?”
I cannot eat; I weep day and night.
All day long they say to me,“Where is your God?”

I will remember and weep.
For I was once walking along with the great throng to the temple of God
shouting and giving thanks along with the crowd as we celebrated the holy festival.

Why are you depressed, O my soul?
Why are you upset?
Wait for God!
For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

I am depressed, so I will pray to you while in the region of the upper Jordan,
from Hermon, from Mount Mizar. One deep stream calls out to another at the sound of your waterfalls; all your billows and waves overwhelm me.

By day the Lord decrees his loyal love, and by night he gives me a song, a prayer to the God of my life.
I will pray to God, my high ridge: “Why do you ignore me?
Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?”
My enemies’ taunts cut me to the bone, as they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Why are you depressed, O my soul?
Why are you upset?
Wait for God!
For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

Psalm 42: For the music director, a well-written song by the Korahites.