1 A s the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, 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 soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before 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 they continually say unto me, Where is thy 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 out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

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 art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.

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 soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill 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 calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are 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 Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Even a prayer unto 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 unto God my rock, Why hast thou 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, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy 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 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 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!