MILLIONS OF CHRISTIANS HAVE SUNG the words as a chorus.
Millions more have meditated on them in their own quiet reading of Scripture: "As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God"(Ps. 42:1).
It is a haunting image. One pictures the buck or the doe, descending through the forest's perimeter in the half-light of dusk, to slake the thirst of a hot day in the cool waters of a crystal stream. When Christians have applied the image to themselves, they have conjured up a plethora of diverse personal circumstances: semi-mystical longings for a feeling of the transcendent, courageous God-centeredness that flies in the face of cultural opposition, a lonely longing for a sense of God's presence when the heavens seem as bronze, a placid contentment with our own religious experience, and more.
But whatever the possible applications of this haunting image, the situation of the deer — and of the psalmist, too, as we shall see — is full of enormous stress. The deer is not sidling up to the stream for the regular supply of refreshment; it is panting for water. The metrical psalter adds the words, "when heated by the chase"; but there is no hint of that here, and the application the psalmist makes would fit less well than another possibility. The psalmist is thinking of a deer panting for refreshing streams of water during a season of drought and famine (as in Joel 1:20). In the same way, he is hungry for the Lord, famished for the presence of God, and in particular hungry to be back in Jerusalem enjoying temple worship, "leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng" (42:4). Instead, he finds himself "downcast" (42:5) because he is way up the Jordan Valley, somewhere near the heights of Hermon, in the far north of the country.
Here the psalmist must contend with foes who taunt him, not least regarding his faith. They sneer all day long, "Where is your God?" (42:10). The only thing that will satisfy the psalmist is not, finally, Jerusalem and the temple, but God himself. Wherever he finds himself, the psalmist can still declare, "By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me — a prayer to the God of my life" (42:8). So he encourages himself with these reflections: "Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God" (42:11).
Sing the chorus, repeat the ancient lines. And draw comfort when you are fighting the bleak bog of despair, and God seems far away.
Numbers 7; Psalms 42-43; Song of Songs 5; Heb. 5