¹   As a deer longs for flowing streams, 
          so my soul longs for you, O God. 
²   My soul thirsts for God, 
          for the living God. 
     When shall I come and behold 
          the face of God? 
³   My tears have been my food 
          day and night, 
     while people say to me continually, 
          “Where is your God?”

⁴   These things I remember, 
          as I pour out my soul: 
     how I went with the throng, 
          and led them in procession to the house of God, 
     with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, 
          a multitude keeping festival. 
⁵   Why are you cast down, O my soul, 
          and why are you disquieted within me? 
     Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, 
          my help ⁶and my God.

     My soul is cast down within me; 
          therefore I remember you 
     from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, 
          from Mount Mizar. 
⁷   Deep calls to deep 
          at the thunder of your cataracts; 
     all your waves and your billows 
          have gone over me. 
⁸   By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, 
          and at night his song is with me, 
          a prayer to the God of my life.

⁹   I say to God, my rock, 
          “Why have you forgotten me? 
     Why must I walk about mournfully 
          because the enemy oppresses me?” 
¹⁰  As with a deadly wound in my body, 
          my adversaries taunt me, 
     while they say to me continually, 
          “Where is your God?”

¹¹ Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help and my God.