42A psalm of the sons of Korah. A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God.H5329H4905H1121H7141H354H6165H4325H650H6165H5315H4302I'm thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, "Will I ever make it— arrive and drink in God's presence?"H5315H6770H430H2416H410H935H7200H6440H4303I'm 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?"H1832H3899H3119H3915H3117H559H4304These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life. I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving— celebrating, all of us, God's feast!H2142H8210H5315H5674H5519H1718H1004H430H6963H7440H8426H1995H22875Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.H7817H5315H1993H3176H430H3034H3444H64406When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you, From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar.H430H5315H7817H2142H776H3383H2769H2022H47067Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me.H8415H7121H8415H6963H6794H4867H1530H56748Then GOD promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night! My life is God's prayer.H3068H6680H2617H3119H3915H7892H8605H410H24169Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, "Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?"H559H410H5553H7911H3212H6937H3906H34110They're out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day, "Where is this God of yours?"H7524H6106H6887H2778H559H3117H43011Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.H7817H5315H1993H3176H430H3034H3444H6440H430