Psalms 42:5 YLT

³  My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where 'is' thy God?'

⁴  These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

⁵  What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

⁶  In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

⁷  Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.