(Psalms 42–72)
For the choir director: A psalma of the descendants of Korah.
1 As the deer longs for streams of water,
so I long for you, O God.
When can I go and stand before him?
while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,
“Where is this God of yours?”
as I remember how it used to be:
I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
leading a great procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
amid the sound of a great celebration!
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
I will praise him again —
my Savior and
Now I am deeply discouraged,
but I will remember you —
even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,
from the land of Mount Mizar.
as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
and through each night I sing his songs,
praying to God who gives me life.
“why have you forgotten me?
Why must I wander around in grief,
oppressed by my enemies?”
They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
I will praise him again —
my Savior and my God!