[1] To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. [2] As a hart longs
for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God. [3] My soul thirsts
for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?
[4] My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me
continually, "Where is your God?" [5] These things I remember, as I pour
out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the
house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude
keeping festival. [6] Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you
disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help
[7] and my God. My soul is cast down within me, therefore I remember thee
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. [8] Deep calls to
deep at the thunder of thy cataracts; all thy waves and thy billows have
gone over me. [9] By day the LORD commands his steadfast love; and at night
his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. [10] I say to God, my
rock: "Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the
oppression of the enemy?" [11] As with a deadly wound in my body, my
adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, "Where is your
God?" [ (Psalms 42:12) Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you
disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help
and my God. ]
