Psalm 42

Deer pant, desiring to drink water from a stream when there is a drought (OR, when they are being pursued by hunters.) In the same way [SIM], God, I need you very much.

I desire to have fellowship with [MET] you, the all-powerful God. I wonder, “When will I be able to go back to the temple in Israel and worship in your presence again?”

Every day and every night I cry; it is as though 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?”

I am very distressed [IDM] 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.

So I say to myself, “◄Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!► [RHQ] I confidently expect God to help me, and again I will praise him, my God, the one who saves me.”

But now, God, I am very discouraged [IDM], so I think about you, even from where the Jordan River gushes out from the bottom of Hermon Mountain and from Mizar Mountain.

But here, the great sorrow that I feel is like water that you send down [MET]; it is like a waterfall that tumbles down and floods over me.

God 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.

I say to God, who is like an overhanging rock under which I can hide [MET], “It seems that you have forgotten me. I <mourn/cry> constantly because my enemies act cruelly toward me” [RHQ].

They make fun of me constantly; they continually ask, “Why does your god not help you?” [RHQ] And when they insult me like that, it is like wounds that I feel even in my bones.

But I think, “◄Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!► [RHQ] I will confidently expect God to help me, and I will praise him again, my God, the one who saves me.”