To the choirmaster. A Maskila of the Sons of Korah.
1 As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?b
day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
a multitude keeping festival.
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvationc
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?”
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.