For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. ¹ As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So my soul pants for You, O God. ² My soul thirsts for God, for the living God;
When shall I come and appear before God? ³ My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” ⁴ These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. ⁵ Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him
For the help of His presence. ⁶ O my God, my soul is in despair within me;
Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan
And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. ⁷ Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. ⁸ The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime;
And His song will be with me in the night,
A prayer to the God of my life. ⁹ I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?” ¹⁰ As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” ¹¹ Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.