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

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

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before 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 they continually ask me, “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 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 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 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 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.

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 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 noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept 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.

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

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go 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 adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask 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 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.