Study Desk

For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God.^(a)

I thirst for God, the living God. When can I come and appear before God?^(b)

My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me, "Where is your God?"^(c)

I remember this as I pour out my heart:^(d) how I walked with many, leading the festive procession to the house of God, with joyful and thankful shouts.^(e)

Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.^(f)

I^[a] am deeply depressed; therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.^(g)

Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and Your billows have swept over me.^(h)

The Lord will send His faithful love by day;⁽ⁱ⁾ His song will be with me in the night— a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God, my rock,^(j) "Why have You forgotten me? Why must I go about in sorrow because of the enemy's oppression?"^(k)

My adversaries taunt me, as if crushing my bones, while all day long they say to me, "Where is your God?"^(l)

Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.^(m)