1 A s the deer desires rivers of water, so my soul desires You, O God.

As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

2 M y soul is thirsty for God, for the living God. When will I come and meet with 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 men say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

4 T hese things I remember, and I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go with many people and lead them to the house of God, with the voice of thankful joy, among the many happy people.

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 W hy are you sad, O my soul? Why have you become troubled within me? Hope in God, for I will praise Him again for His help of being near me.

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 O my God, my soul is troubled within me. So I remember You from the land of the Jordan and the tops of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

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 S ea calls to sea at the sound of Your waterfalls. All Your waves have rolled over me.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

8 T he Lord will send His loving-kindness in the day. And His song will be with me in the night, a prayer to the God of my life.

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 say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I have sorrow because those who hate me come against me with power?”

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

10 A s a breaking of my bones, those who hate me speak sharp words to me. All day long they say to me, “Where is your God?”

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

11 W hy are you sad, O my soul? Why have you become troubled within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my help and my God.

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.