I long for your presence, God,
like a thirsty deer seeking water.
I am thirsty for God,
for the flowing freshness of God.
How long until I see his face?
I can’t eat. I weep night and day.
All day they say, “Where is your God now?”
Once I strolled with the crowds to God’s house,
my voice raised in praise, shouting thanks
as we celebrated our pilgrim-feast!
I remember those days and weep.
Why are you so weighted down, my soul?
Why in such turmoil roiling within me?
God is coming! Have hope!
Surely I will give thanks again
when I see his face, which is salvation.
I am in deep depression
but I will remember you
even here at the river’s source,
even here in the high mountains.
Deep calls to deep
amid the crashing of your waterfalls.
Your breakers break me! Your waves engulf me!
But by day the God who exists loves me,
by night his song is with me,
a prayer to the living God.
I am determined to pray to God, my rock, my protection:
“Why do you forget me?
Why must I wander, dazed and mourning
while my enemies harass me?
My enemies corrupt my very bones
and still they taunt me, ‘Where is your God now?'”
Why are you so weighted down, my soul?
Why in such turmoil roiling within me?
God is coming! Have hope!
Surely I will give thanks again
when I see his face, which is salvation.