As a deer longs for a coursing stream, so my soul longs for you, God.
My soul thirsts for God, the living God, for the time when I may go and see God's face.
Night and day, tears have been my food, as all day long I hear, "Where is your God?"
But I do think of this as I pour out my soul—how I will go with a crowd leading a throng of revelers
up to the very Temple, with songs of rejoicing and praise. So why be downcast, my soul, or murmur within me?
Trust in God, for I will yet praise Him for helping me, my God.
Whenever my soul is downcast, I call out to You—from the Jordan headlands and Hermon, from Mount Mizar
and depth to watery depth—calling out above the beat of Your streams, as all Your waves and breakers sweep over me,
"The LORD sends forth His protection by day, and at night it stays at my side."
A prayer to my living God: I say to my God, my strength: Don't forget me; don't let me go humbled by hostile threats.
With death or broken bones my enemies curse me, as all day long I hear, "Where is your God?"
But why be downcast, my soul, or murmur within me?
Trust in God, for I will yet praise Him for helping me. My God.
Kugel, James L. The great poems of the Bible : a reader's companion with new translations. New York: Free Press, 2008. ↩︎