Rest Awhile and Be Consoled
Pray over words of Christ and Scripture.

Psalm 42

As a hind pants for streams of water
so, my God, does my soul pant for you.
Athirst is my soul for God, for the living God;
"When shall I go and see God's face?"
Day and night I have had no food but tears,
because people keep saying to me: "Where is your God!"
With an unrestrained outpouring of my soul within me,
I remember the following:
how I would go along with the throng
leading them up to the house of God
amid sounds of joyful shouts and praise,
of a celebrating multitude.
Why, my soul, are you depressed and moan within me?
Hope in the LORD that I will praise him still,
the salvation of my countenance. 
My God, my soul is depressed within me
for the fact that I remember you 
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from the hill of Mizar.
Flood calls to flood amid the roar of your waterfalls:
all your breakers and billows have passed over me. 
By day the LORD gives orders to his loving kindness; 
and by night a song to him is in me-
a prayer to the God of my life.
Let me say to God, my rock:
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go about unkempt,
under the oppression of an enemy?"
With my bones crushing,  my adversaries insult me
because they constantly say to me: "Where is your God!"
Why, my soul, are you depressed
and why do you moan within me?
Hope in the LORD that I will praise him still,
the salvation of my countenance and my God.