I remember singing a version of this Psalm as a kid.  Except the song we sang ended at verse 2.  I love when verses 1-2 are true in a moment, but I also appreciate the amazing imagery of verse 3.  Lots of tears, and here is what they are saying, “Where is your God?”  Wow.  I don’t cry much, and I don’t know if my tears say that (metaphorically or literally).

What a gracious and generous God, to give us language to answer Him – even as He has answered us so profoundly with the coming of Jesus and the Long Gospel of His Pursuit of us.  Even with all of that, this language is still beautiful and good and useful for answering Him.

I love when the Psalmist speaks to his soul.  Asking it things.  Wonderful.

As a deer pants for flowing streams,
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 say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
I 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 deadly wound in my bones,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
Psalm 42