From the depths, I have cried out to you, O Lord;
Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplication.
If you, Lord, were to mark iniquities, who, O Lord, shall stand?
For with you is forgiveness; and because of your law, I stood by you, Lord.
My soul has stood by his word.
My soul has hoped in the Lord.
From the morning watch, even until night, let Israel hope in the Lord.
For with the Lord there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.
And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.
I believe that all of us, at some points in our lives, find outselves De Profundis--in the depths.
What depth are you crying from? The depth of self-loathing? Of depression? Of fear? Of anxiety?
Remember, even when our depths feel as endless as space, space is itself suffused with the Divine. It is precisely in the depths that we will find both the Divine and ourselves--and come home again.