1 As the doe longs for channels of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
2 My soul is thirsty for God, for the living God; when may I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been bread for me by day and by night, while all day they say to me, "Where is your God?"
4 These things I remember, and I pour out my soul within me: how I would pass on with the crowd and walk with them to the house of God, with a voice of joyful shouting and thanks, a multitude celebrating the feast.
5 Why are you cast down, my soul, and why do you moan within me? Wait for God, for I will yet thank him for the salvation of his presence.
6 My God, my soul is cast down within me; so I remember you from the land of the Jordan and the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls out to deep at the sound of your cataracts; all your breakers and your billows have swept over me.
8 By day the LORD will command his steadfast love, and at night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God, my crag, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk about in mourning under the oppression of the enemy?"
10 With a shattering in my bones my adversaries reproach me, as they say to me all day, "Where is your God?"
11 Why are you cast down, my soul, and why do you moan within me? Wait for God, for I will yet thank him, the salvation of my face and my God.