1 As the deer pants for the water brooks,

so my soul pants after you, 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 ask me, "Where is your God?"

4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house,

with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

5 Why are you in despair, my soul?

Why are you disturbed within me?

Hope in God!

For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

6 My God, my soul is in despair within me.

Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan,

the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.

All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

8 Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime.

In the night his song shall be with me:

a prayer to the God of my life.

9 I will ask 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 adversaries reproach me,

while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

11 Why are you in despair, my soul?

Why are you disturbed within me?

Hope in God! For I shall still praise him,

the saving help 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! ]