1 To the Chief Musician. A maschil, for the Sons of Korah. As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul 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 unto me, Where is your God?
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within 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 that kept holyday.
5 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within 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 will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.