Thi Thiên 42

Thirsty for the living God

¹For the music director. A maskil of the sons of Korah. ²Like a doe that longs for running streams, I long for you, God, with all my being. ³I am thirsty for God, the living God. When may I come and stand before God’s face?^{a 4}Day and night I have fed on my tears, while all day long people ask me, “Where is your God?” ⁵I pour out my heart as I call these things to mind: how I walked with the crowd and led them up to God’s house, among shouts of joy and songs of thanks, a great crowd celebrating the feast. ⁶Why are you bent so low, my soul? Why this unrest inside me? Wait for God in hope; I will give him thanks again, for the rescue that comes from his presence.^{b 7}My God, I am bent low inside; so I will remember you here in the Jordan country and on the peaks of Hermon, on Mount Mizar. ⁸One deep calls out to another at the roar of your cascades; all your breaking waves and rollers have gone over my head. ⁹By day the LORD sends out his loyal love, and at night his song stays with me, a prayer to the God who gives me life. ¹⁰I cry out to God, my rock: “Why have you put me out of your mind? Why do I walk about dressed in grief while the enemy presses me hard?” ¹¹My foes mock me with a taunt that crushes my bones, while all day long they ask me, “Where is your God?” ¹²Why are you bent so low, my soul? Why this unrest inside me? Wait for God in hope; I will give him thanks again, the one who saves me, my God.