⁰To the choirmaster. A poem for the children of Korah.

¹As a deer pants beside the channels of water, so my being pants for you, God.

²My being thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

³My tears have been food to me by day and by night, while they say to me, all the day, Where is your God?

⁴These things let me remember, and pour out my being over me: that I would pass on in the throng, leading them slowly as far as the house of God, with the sound of a ringing cry and thanksgiving, a crowd keeping festival.

⁵Why are you bowed down, my being, and why do you roar over me? Wait for God, for I will yet give thanks to him, the deliverance of his face.

⁶My God, my being is bowed down upon me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and the Hermons, from the mountain of Mizar.

⁷Deep calls to deep at the sound of your water-spouts; all your breakers and your waves have passed over me.

⁸By day Yahweh will command his loyal love, and in the night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

⁹I will say to God, my crag, Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go about mourning under the oppression of the enemy?

¹⁰With a shattering in my bones my opposers have reproached me, while they say to me, all the day, Where is your God?

¹¹Why are you bowed down, my being, and why do you roar over me? Wait for God, for I will yet give thanks to him, the deliverance of my face and my God.