For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.

     1As the deer pants for the water brooks,
            So my soul pants for Thee, O God.

     2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God;
            When shall I come and appear before God?

     3My tears have been my food day and night,
            While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

     4These 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.

     5Why 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.

     6O my God, my soul is in despair within me;
            Therefore I remember Thee from the land of the Jordan,
            And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

     7Deep calls to deep at the sound of Thy waterfalls;
            All Thy breakers and Thy waves have rolled over me.

     8The 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.

     9I will say to God my rock, “Why hast Thou forgotten me?
            Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

     10As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,
            While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

     11Why 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.