To the Chief Musician. A lesson of instruction to the Sons of Korah
1 As the hart crieth for the fountains of waters, So my soul crieth for thee, O God!
2 Thirsted hath my soul for God, for the living God: When shall I come to appear before the face of God?
3 To me have my tears been for bread, by day and night, While it is said to me daily, |Where is thy God?|
4 When these things I remember, I pour out within me my soul, Because I had gone with the procession, Leading them even to the house of God, With the voice of exultation and praise, -- The multitude dancing for joy.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul! And why art thou disquieted within me? Wait thou for God; for I shall yet give him thanks, [For] the salvations of his countenance.
6 O my God! my soul within me is cast down, When I remember thee from the land of Jordan and of Hermonim, From the mountain Mizar.
7 Deep unto deep calleth at the noise of thy waterspouts: All thy waves and all thy billows over me have gone.
8 By day command will Jehovah his loving-kindness, And by night his song shall be with me, And prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God, my Rock, |Why hast thou forgotten me? |Why mourning do I go because of the oppression of my enemy?|
10 [It is as] a wound in my bones when my enemies reproach me, Saying to me daily, |Where is thy God?|
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet give thanks to him, The salvations of my countenance, and my God.