1 A s the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

2 M y soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

3 M y tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

4 T hese things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.

5 W hy art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, the health of his countenance.

6 M y God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.

7 D eep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.

8 I n the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto 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?

10 A s with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

11 W hy art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, the health of my countenance, and my God.