1 BOOK SECOND: To the chief musician, a Maskil, for the sons of Korach. As a hart panteth after brooks of water, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I go again and be seen in the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night; because men say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
4 These things will I remember, and pour out my soul in me: how I was wont to pass along amidst the multitude, journeying with them as a pilgrim to the house of God, with the voice of joyful song and thanksgiving, among the festive throng.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and disquieted in me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, because of the salvation of his countenance.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and from the peaks of Chermon, from the low mount.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows have passed over me.
8 In the daytime the Lord will command his kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, as a prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God, my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? why must I walk grieved, under the oppression of the enemy?
10 It is as death in my bones, when my assailants reproach me; when they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within met? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet thank him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.