As a deer pants for flowing streams
So pants my soul for you, O God
My soul thirsts for God
For the living God
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food
Day and night
While they say to me all the day long
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
As I pour out my soul:
How I would go with the throng
And lead them in procession to the house of God
With glad shouts and songs of praise
A multitude keeping festival
Why are you cast down, O my soul
And why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him
My salvation and my God
My soul is cast down within me
Therefore I remember you
From the land of Jordan and of Hermon
From Mount Mizar
Deep calls to deep
At the roar of your waterfalls
All your breakers and your waves
Have gone over me
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 say to God, my rock:
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
Because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound in my bones
My adversaries taunt me
While they say to me all the day long
“Where is your God?”
Why are you cast down, O my soul
And why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him
My salvation and my God
