Like as the hart desireth

1 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

2 Like as the hart desireth the water brooks,

so longeth my soul after thee, O God.

3 My soul is athirst for God, yea even for the living God;

when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

4 My tears have been my meat day and night,

while they daily say unto me, "Where is now thy God?"

5 Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself;

for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God,

in the voice of praise and thanksgiving, among such as keep holy-day.

6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul,

and why art thou so disquieted within me?

[Put thy trust in God;

for I will give him thanks for the help of his countenance.

7 My God, my soul is vexed within me; therefore I remember

the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.

8 One deep calleth another with the voice of thy water-pipes,

all thy waves and water floods are gone over me.

9 The LORD hath granted his loving-kindness in the daytime;

and in the night-season did I sing of him,

and made my prayer unto the God of my life.

10 I will say unto God my strength, "Why hast thou forgotten me?

Why go I thus heavily,

while the enemy oppresseth me?"

11 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword,

while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth,

daily saying unto me, "Where is now thy God?"

12 Why art thou so vexed, O my soul,

and why art thou so disquieted within me?]

O put thy trust in God; for I will yet thank him,

which is the help of my countenance, and my God.