1 A s the hart pants and longs for the water brooks, so I pant and long for You, O God.
To the Overseer. -- An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.
2 M y inner self thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?
My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
3 M y tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your God?
My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where thy God?'
4 T hese things I remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.
These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!
5 W hy are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God.
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!
6 O my God, my life is cast down upon me; therefore will I remember You from the land of the Jordan and the Hermon, from the little mountain Mizar.
In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 d eep calls to deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me.
Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
8 Y et the Lord will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
10 A s with a sword in my bones, my enemies taunt and reproach me, while they say continually to me, Where is your God?
With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where thy God?'
11 W hy are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!