To the Chief Musician. A contemplation; for the sons of Korah. As the hart pants after the water brooks, so my soul pants after 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 the day, Where is your God?
4When I remember these things, I pour out my soul on me; for I had gone with the multitude; I went with them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping the feast.
5Why are you cast down, O my soul, and moan within me? Hope in God; for I shall praise Him for the salvation of His face.
6O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember You from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermons, from mount Mizar.
7Deep calls to deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and Your billows have gone over me.
8The LORD will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, my 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 cruelty of the enemy?
10As with a sword in my bones, my enemies shame me; while they say daily to me, Where is your God?
11Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God; for I still praise Him, the salvation of my face, and my God.