Souls of the righteous thirst for God —
The wicked say: Where is thy God?
1
AS the hart panteth after the water brooks,
so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
when shall I come and appear before God?
3
My tears have been my meat day and night,
while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4
When I remember these things,
I pour out my soul in me:
for I had gone with the multitude,
I went with them to the house of God,
with the voice of joy and praise,
with a multitude that kept holyday.
5
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted in me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him
for the help of his countenance.
6
O my God, my soul is cast down within me:
therefore will I remember thee
from the land of Jordan,
and of the Hermonites,
from the hill Mizar.
7
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts:
all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8
Yet the LORD will command
his lovingkindness in the daytime,
and in the night his song shall be with me,
and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9
I will say unto God my rock,
Why hast thou forgotten me?
why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10
As with a sword in my bones,
mine enemies reproach me;
while they say daily unto me,
Where is thy God?
11
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
