1 T o 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.

As the hart pants and longs for the water brooks, so I pant and long for You, O God.

2 M y soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

My inner self thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?

3 M y tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where thy God?'

My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your God?

4 T hese 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!

These things I remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.

5 W hat! 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!

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God.

6 I n me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

O my God, my life is cast down upon me; therefore will I remember You from the land of the Jordan and the Hermon, from the little mountain Mizar.

7 D eep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

deep calls to deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me.

8 B y day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

Yet the Lord will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

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

I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10 W ith a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where thy God?'

As with a sword in my bones, my enemies taunt and reproach me, while they say continually to me, Where is your God?

11 W hat! 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!

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.