As a stag longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and behold the face of God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember, as I pour out my soul:
How I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God,
With glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
Why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.
My soul is cast down within me,
Therefore I remember thee from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of thy cataracts;
All thy waves and thy billows 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 hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me,
While they say to me continually,
“Where is your God?”
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
Why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.

Psalm 42

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.

— St. Teresa of Avila