Book Two
42Quemadmodum
1As the deer longs for the water‑brooks, *
so longs my soul for you, O God.
2My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God; *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3My tears have been my food day and night, *
while all day long they say to me,
“Where now is your God?”
4I pour out my soul when I think on these things: *
how I went with the multitude and led them into the house of God,
5With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, *
among those who keep holy‑day.
6Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
7Put your trust in God; *
for I will yet give thanks to him,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
8My soul is heavy within me; *
therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan,
and from the peak of Mizar among the heights of Hermon.
9One deep calls to another in the noise of your cataracts; *
all your rapids and floods have gone over me.
10The Lord grants his loving‑kindness in the daytime; *
in the night season his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
