Psalm 42

Beware, I believe the long speels will return shortly. But before I torture you with long rants, I'll just chuck in the context, if you like

Psalm 42

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for You, O God
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
How I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise Him
my Saviour and my God

My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember You
from the heights of Hermon - from Mount Mizar
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of Your waterfalls
All Your waves and breakers
have swept over me

By day the Lord directs His love
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 must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?"
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long
"Where is your God?"

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise Him
my Saviour and my God