AS THE hart pants and longs for the water brooks, so I pant and long for You, O my Father. My inner self thirsts for You Almighty, for the living Almighty Creator of my being. When shall I come and behold the face of the living Almighty Creator of my being? [Joh 7:37; 1Th 1:9-10]
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your Creator?
These things I [earnestly] remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of the Almighty [like a bandmaster before his band, timing the steps to the sound of music and the chant of song], with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in the living Almighty Creator of our beings and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my living Almighty Creator of my being.
O my Father, my life is cast down upon me [and I find the burden more than I can bear]; therefore will I [earnestly] remember You from the land of the Jordan [River] and the [summits of Mount] Hermon, from the little mountain Mizar.
[Roaring] deep calls to [roaring] deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me.
Yet the Master will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the living Almighty Creator of my being, of my life.
I will say to the living Almighty Creator of my being—my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword [crushing] in my bones, my enemies taunt and reproach me, while they say continually to me, Where is your living Almighty Creator of your being?
Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in the living Almighty Creator of my being and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my Almighty Father/Creator of my being.
Exactly how I am feeling and what I am doing—praising You my Father. You are the help of my sad countenance, and the Almighty Father/Creator of my being.
