1 As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.
2 My soul has thirsted 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 daily said to me, Where is your God?
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
5 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me ?
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
11 Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.