1 A s the deer desires rivers of water, so my soul desires 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 soul is thirsty for God, for the living God. When will I come and meet with 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 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 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 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.

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 troubled within me. So I remember You from the land of the Jordan and the tops of Hermon, from Mount 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 S ea calls to sea at the sound of Your waterfalls. All Your waves have rolled over me.

Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed 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.

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 do I have sorrow because those who hate me come against me with power?”

I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an 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?”

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 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.

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!