1 Like a hind which pants after the water-brooks, So pants, my soul after Thee, 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 bread to me day and night, While they say to me all the day, Where is thy God? 4 This would I remember, and pour out my soul in me, How I went with the throng, led them in procession to the house of God, With shrill cries of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. 5 Why art thou bowed down, my soul, and moanest within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet give Him thanks, [As] the help of my countenance and my God.
6 Within me is my soul bowed down; Therefore let me remember Thee from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from Mount Mizar. 7 Flood calls to flood at the voice of Thy cataracts; All Thy breakers and rollers are gone over me. 8 [Yet] by day will Jehovah command His loving-kindness, And in the night shall a song to Him be with me, [Even] a prayer to the God of my life. 9 Let me say to God my Rock, Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why must I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As if they crushed my bones, my adversaries reproach me, Whilst all the day they say to me, Where is thy God? 11 Why art thou bowed down, my soul, and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet give Him thanks [As] the help of my countenance and my God.