Just thought this was a beautiful translation

[lauriellen]

Psalm 42:1-11
My soul is dry and thirsts for You, True God, as a deer thirsts for water. I long for the True God who lives. When can I stand before Him and feel His comfort? 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. My God, my soul is so traumatized; the only help is remembering You wherever I may be; From the land of the Jordan to Hermon's high place to Mount Mizar. In the roar of Your waterfalls, ancient depths surge, calling out to the deep. All Your waves break over me; am I drowning? Yet in the light of day, the Eternal shows me His love. When night settles in and all is dark, He keeps me company— His soothing song, a prayerful melody to the True God of my life. Even still, I will say to the True God, my rock and strength: "Why have You forgotten me? Why must I live my life so depressed, crying endlessly while my enemies have the upper hand?" My enemies taunt me. They shatter my soul the way a sword shatters a man's bones. They keep taunting all the day long, "Where is He, your True God?" 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, my God.