As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the Living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all the day long
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
How I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore, I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar
Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and 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 do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
-Psalm 42
Sometime there isn’t anything else to say. Sometimes, we need to simply let scripture speak for itself.
