Psalms

42 As a deer that longs for streams of water,

So I long* for you, O God.

 3 My tears are my food day and night;

All day long people taunt me: “Where is your God?”+

 4 These things I remember, and I pour out my soul,*

For I once walked along with the multitude;

I used to walk solemnly* before them to the house of God,

With sounds of rejoicing and thanksgiving,

Those of a crowd celebrating a festival.+

Wait for God,+

For I will yet praise him as my Grand Savior.+

That is why I remember you,+

From the land of Jordan and the peaks of Herʹmon,

From Mount Mi·zarʹ.*

 7 Deep waters call to deep waters

At the sound of your waterfalls.

 8 By day Jehovah will grant me his loyal love,

And by night his song will be with me—a prayer to the God of my life.+

10 With murderous hostility* my enemies taunt me;

All day long they taunt me: “Where is your God?”+

Wait for God,+

For I will yet praise him as my Grand Savior and my God.+