For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O Elohim.
My soul thirsteth for Elohim, for the living El: When shall I come and appear before Elohim?
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy Elohim?
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of Elohim, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in Elohim; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.
O my Elohim, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Yet Yahweh will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Even a prayer unto the El of my life.
I will say unto El my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy Elohim?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in Elohim; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my Elohim.