psalm of comfort

as the deer longs for the water-brooks ,
so longs my soul for you , o God .

my soul is athirst for God , athirst for the living God ;
when shall i come to appear before the presence of God ?

my tears have been my food day and night ,
while all day long they say to me , “where now is your God?”

i pour out my soul when i think on these things ;
how i went with the multitude and led them into the house of God ,

with the voice of praise and thanksgiving ,
among those who keep holy-day .

why are you so full of heaviness , o my soul ?
and why are you so disquieted within me ?

put your trust in God ;
for I will yet give thanks to him , who is the help of my countenance , and my God .

– psalms 42: 1-7