For the director of music, a contemplative psalm of the sons of Korah.

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

As a deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all day long, 'Where is your God?'

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.

These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the celebrating crowd.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why are you so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

My God, my soul is downcast within me. Therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

I say to God, my rock: 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?'

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

With crushing pain in my bones, my enemies taunt me, saying to me all day long, 'Where is your God?'

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why are you so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.