1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy 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 that kept holyday.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou 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 thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy 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 hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
1 Vir die musiekleier. 'n Onderwysing van die kinders van Korag.
2 Soos 'n hert wat smag na waterstrome, so smag my siel na U, o God!
3 My siel dors na God, na die lewende God; wanneer sal ek ingaan en voor die aangesig van God verskyn?
4 My trane is my spys dag en nag, omdat hulle die hele dag vir my sê: Waar is jou God?
5 Hieraan wil ek dink en my siel uitstort in my: hoe ek gewoond was om voort te trek met die skare, hulle gelei het na die huis van God, met die stem van jubel en lof -- 'n feesvierende menigte!
6 Wat buig jy jou neer, o my siel, en is onrustig in my? Hoop op God; want ek sal Hom nog loof -- die verlossing van sy aangesig!
7 o My God, my siel buig hom neer in my; daarom dink ek aan U uit die land van die Jordaan en die Hermons, van die klein gebergte af.
8 Die vloed roep na die vloed by die gedruis van u waterstrome; al u bare en u golwe het oor my heengegaan.
9 Maar die HERE sal oordag sy goedertierenheid gebied, en in die nag sal sy lied by my wees, 'n gebed tot die God van my lewe.
10 Ek wil spreek tot God: My rots, waarom vergeet U my? Waarom gaan ek in die rou deur die vyande se verdrukking?
11 Met 'n doodsteek in my gebeente smaad my teëstanders my as hulle die hele dag vir my sê: Waar is jou God? [ (Psalms 42:12) Wat buig jy jou neer, o my siel, en wat is jy onrustig in my? Hoop op God, want ek sal Hom nog loof -- die verlossing van my aangesig en my God! ]