Psalms 41:2-7

²My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

³My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

⁴I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

⁵Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

⁶O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

⁷Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.