1 A s the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants for You, O God.

¶ As the hart pants after the water brooks, so does my soul pant after thee, O God.

2 M y soul thirsts for God, for the living God; When shall I come and appear before God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God?

3 M y tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

4 T hese things I remember and I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God, With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.

I will remember these things; I will pour out my soul in me. When I shall be included in the number; I will go with them to the house of God with voice of joy and praise, dancing in the multitude.

5 W hy are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him For the help of His presence.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted against me? Wait thou for God, for I shall yet praise him for the wellbeing of his presence.

6 O my God, my soul is in despair within me; Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

¶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the mountain of Mizar.

7 D eep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.

Deep calls unto deep at the voice of thy waterspouts; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8 T he Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life.

Yet the LORD will command his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto 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 oppression of the enemy?”

I will say unto God, My rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10 A s a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me, While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

It is as death in my bones when my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

11 W hy are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Wait thou for God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the saving health of my countenance and my God.