1 To the Chief Musician. A contemplation; 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 say to me all the day, Where [is] your God?4 When I remember these [things], I pour out my soul on me; for I had gone with the multitude; I went with them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping the feast.5 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and moan within me? Hope in God; for I shall praise Him [for] the salvation of His face.6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember You from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermons, from mount Mizar.7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and Your billows have gone over me.8 The LORD will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song [shall be] with me, 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 cruelty of the enemy?10 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies shame me; while they say daily to me, Where [is] your God?11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God; for I still praise Him, the salvation of my face, and my God.