¹ As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God. ² My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when will I come and appear before God? ³ My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your 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 are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I will yet praise him for the help of his countenance. ⁶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. ⁷ Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me. ⁸ Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, and my prayer to the God of my life. ⁹ I will say to God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? ¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones, my enemies rebuke me; while they say daily to me, Where is your God? ¹¹ Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I will yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.