1 As a deer yearns for running streams, so I yearn for you, my God.
2 I thirst for God, the living God; when shall I go to see the face of God?
3 I have no food but tears day and night, as all day long I am taunted, ‘Where is your God?’
4 This I remember as I pour out my heart, how I used to pass under the roof of the Most High used to go to the house of God, among cries of joy and praise, the sound of the feast.
5 Why be so downcast, why all these sighs? Hope in God! I will praise him still, my Saviour,
6 my God. When I am downcast I think of you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, I think of you, humble mountain.
7 Deep is calling to deep by the roar of your cataracts, all your waves and breakers have rolled over me.
8 In the daytime God sends his faithful love, and even at night; the song it inspires in me is a prayer to my living God.
9 I shall say to God, my rock, ‘Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around in mourning, harrassed by the enemy?’
Lord Jesus Christ, Our Redeemer and Savior, turn Your face unto your Coptic children in Egypt and everywhere they are being confronted by the enmity, show your Glory and Power and may Your right hand remove this stream of violence from them and stop their enemies and silence the rage in their hearts. Protect them in this life and take the souls of the departed to Heaven.
Amen