Psalm
42
Monday
Midday 2 (Psalm 43 completes the format)
As a deer cries for running
streams, * so my soul cries for you, O God.
My soul is thirsty, God, * O
living God.
When shall I begin * to drink
in the presence of God?
My tears have been my food * day and night,
while I am told all day long, * “Where is your God?”
These things I shall
remember, * and shall pour out my soul before him
when I cross the threshold, *
and lie prostrate near the temple of God,
amid loud shouts of
thanksgiving, * amid a crowd of pilgrims.
Why are you sad, my soul? *
Why do you sigh before me?
Wait for God, * for still I
shall praise him, * my Savior, my Presence and my God.
So sad is my soul before me: * Supreme Being, I remember you
from the Land of Descent with its nets, * from the bottom of
a cliff.
There deep-water calls to deep-water, * echoing your thunder,
and all your waves and breakers * pass over me.
Yahweh used to send me his kindness by day, * and his
vision by night.
I pray to my living God; * I say “El, my Rock,
why have you forgotten me? * Why must I go in gloom
because of harassment by the Foe, * because of the Killer in
my bones.”
My adversaries taunt me, * saying to me all day long, * “Where is
your God?”
Why are you so sad, my soul?
* Why do you sigh before me?
Wait for God, * for still I
shall praise him, * my Savior, my Presence and my God.