Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
    Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—
    soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
    He’s my God.

6-8 When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
    everything I know of you,
From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
    including Mount Mizar.
Chaos calls to chaos,
    to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
    crash and crush me.
Then God promises to love me all day,
    sing songs all through the night!
    My life is God’s prayer.

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Why, my soul, are you downcast?(A)
    Why so disturbed(B) within me?
Put your hope in God,(C)
    for I will yet praise(D) him,
    my Savior(E) and my God.(F)

My soul is downcast within me;
    therefore I will remember(G) you
from the land of the Jordan,(H)
    the heights of Hermon(I)—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep(J)
    in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
    have swept over me.(K)

By day the Lord directs his love,(L)
    at night(M) his song(N) is with me—
    a prayer to the God of my life.(O)

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