Add parallel Print Page Options

Right now I’m overwhelmed by my sorrow and pain;
    I can’t stop feasting on my tears.
People crowd around me and say,
    “Where is your True God whom you claim will save?

With a broken heart,
    I remember times before
When I was with Your people. Those were better days.
    I used to lead them happily into the True God’s house,
Singing with joy, shouting thanksgivings with abandon,
    joining the congregation in the celebration.
Why am I so overwrought?
    Why am I so disturbed?
Why can’t I just hope in God?
    Despite all my emotions, I will believe and praise the One
    who saves me and is my life.

Read full chapter

My tears(A) have been my food
    day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
    “Where is your God?”(B)
These things I remember
    as I pour out my soul:(C)
how I used to go to the house of God(D)
    under the protection of the Mighty One[a]
with shouts of joy(E) and praise(F)
    among the festive throng.(G)

Why, my soul, are you downcast?(H)
    Why so disturbed(I) within me?
Put your hope in God,(J)
    for I will yet praise(K) him,
    my Savior(L) and my God.(M)

Read full chapter

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:4 See Septuagint and Syriac; the meaning of the Hebrew for this line is uncertain.