1For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants for You, 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 You from the land of the Jordan And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
7Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your breakers and Your 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 have You 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.