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.