Everyone from time to time has moments of discouragement or maybe even depression. But sometimes those moments extend into days, weeks, months, and even years. This can especially be true when worries, anxieties, attacks from others, old fears, sickness, bouts with sin, or major changes in life come upon us. Whatever the case may be, God longs for us to long for Him in these times, to go to Him and cry out for Him, even if almost everything within us feels like God has totally abandoned us.
He hasn’t. Pour out your soul honestly before Him. As this psalm (as well as others) leads us to do, talk to yourself and encourage yourself to do what is right: hope in God, trust Him with your difficulty and through it, and beg God to fill your mouth and heart with prayers and songs—songs of joy—once again.
Lift up this prayer-psalm sincerely to the Lord:
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
While they continually say to me,
“Where is your God?”
When I remember these things,
I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go with the multitude;
I went with them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise,
With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan,
And from the heights of Hermon,
From the Hill Mizar.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;
All Your waves and billows have gone over me.
The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,
And in the night His song shall be with me—
A prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God my Rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a breaking of my bones,
My enemies reproach me,
While they say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
For I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.
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