This is what is on my heart today, this Sunday in August.
Psalms 42 New International Version
As the deer pants for streams
of water
so my soul pants for you,
O God,
My soul thirsts for God, for the
living God.
When can I go and meet
with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day
long,
'"Where is your God?"
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the
multitude,
leading the procession to the
house of God,
with shouts of joy and
thanksgiving
among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my
soul?
Why so disturbed within
me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within
me,
therefore I will remember
you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of
Hermon-from Mount
Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
In the roar of your
waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept me.
By day the Lord directs his
love,
at night his song is with
me--
a prayer to the God of my
life.
I say to God my Rock,
"Why have you forgotten
me?
oppressed by the enemy?"
My bones suffer mortal
agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day
long,
"Where is your God?'
Why are you downcast, O my
soul?
Why so disturbed within
me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
