Monday’s Prayer

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Psalm 42

 

As the deer longs for streams of water,
so I long for you, O God.
I thirst for God, the living God.
When can I go and stand before him?

I want to drink God, deep draughts of God.

I’m thirsty for God-alive.

I wonder, “Will I ever make it—
arrive and drink in God’s presence?”
I am on a diet of tears—
tears for breakfast, tears for supper.
All day long people knock at my door,
Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”

 My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be.

These are the things I go over and over,
emptying out the pockets of my life.
I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
leading a great procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
amid the sound of a great celebration!

 Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?

Why are you crying the blues?

Fix my eyes on God—soon I will be praising again.

I will put my hope in God!
He puts a smile on my face.
He is my Savior and my God.

Now I am deeply discouraged,

My soul is in the dumps.
But I will remember you—

I rehearse everything I know of you,
From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
including Mount Mizar.
Chaos calls to chaos,
to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
crash and crush me.

Then God promises to love me all day,
sing songs all through the night!
My life is God’s prayer.


But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me,
and through each night I sing his songs,
praying to God who gives me life.

 “O God my rock,” I cry, “Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?”

Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God,
“Why did you let me down?
Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?”
They’re out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities,
Taunting day after day, “Where is this God of yours?”

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?

Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?

Fix my eyes on God—
soon I’ll be praising again.

I will put my hope in God!
He puts a smile on my face.
He is my Savior and my God.

 

 

Psalm 42 (New Living Translation)

Psalm 42 (The Message)

 

 

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