To the Chief Musician. A contemplation for the sons of Korah.

1As 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?"

4I remember these things, I pour out my soul within me; for I used to go along with the multitude; I led 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 yet praise Him for the salvation of His countenance.

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 unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and Your billows have gone over me.

8The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, even a 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 oppression of the enemy?"

10As with a crushing in my bones, my enemies taunt me while they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

11Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.