To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

¹ As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
² My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
When shall I come and appear before God?
³ My tears have been my meat day and night,
While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
⁴ When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me:
For I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise,
With a multitude that kept holyday.
⁵ Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
And why art thou disquieted in me?
Hope thou in God:
For I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.
⁶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me:
Therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
⁷ Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts:
All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
⁸ Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness 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 unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones,
Mine enemies reproach me;
While they say daily unto me,
Where is thy God?
¹¹ Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
And why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope thou in God;
For I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.