Book Two
A psalm written by one of the descendants of Korah for the choir director
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1 Deer pant, desiring to drink water from a stream when there is a drought.In the same way, God, I need you very much.
2 I desire to have fellowship with you, the all-powerful God.
I say to myself, “When will I be able to go back to the temple in Israel
and worship in your presence again?”
3 Every day and every night I cry;
the only thing I have to drink is my tears;
and while I do that, my enemies are continually asking me,
“Why does your god not help you?”
\ v 4 I am very distressed as I remember
when I went with the crowd of people to the temple in Jerusalem,
leading them as we walked along;
we were all shouting joyfully and singing to thank God for what he had done;
we were a large group who were celebrating.
5 So I say to myself, “Why am I sad and discouraged?
I confidently expect God to help me,
and again I will praise him,
my God, the one who saves me.”
6 But now, Yahweh, I am very discouraged,
so I think about you,
even from where the Jordan River gushes out from the bottom of Mount Hermon and from Mount Mizar.
7 But here, the great sorrow that I feel is like water that you send down;
it is like a waterfall that tumbles down and floods over me.
8 Yahweh shows me each day that he faithfully loves me,
and each night I sing to him
and pray to him, the God who causes me to live.
9 I say to God, who is like an overhanging rock under which I can hide,
"It seems that you have forgotten me.
I am sad constantly because my enemies act cruelly toward me.”
10 They make fun of me constantly;
they continually ask, “Why does your god not help you?”
And when they insult me like that,
it is like wounds that smash my bones.
11 But I say to myself,
“Why am I sad and discouraged?
I will confidently expect God to help me,
and I will praise him again,
my God, the one who saves me.”