1 [To the Chief Musician. Maschil for the Sons of Korah.] As the hart pants after the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night while they continually say to me, "Where is your God?"
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me. For I had gone with the multitude. I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude who kept holy-day.
5 Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted in me? Hope in God. For I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your water-spouts. All your waves and your billows have gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his loving-kindness in the day-time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
10 As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me while they daily say to me, "Where is your God?"
11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God. For I shall yet praise him who is the health of my countenance and my God.