As a hart cries longingly for rivulets of water, so does my soul cry longingly to You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when will I come and appear before God?
My tears were my bread day and night when they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
These things I will remember, and I will pour out my soul [because of the pain which is] upon me, how I passed on with the throng; I walked slowly with them until the house of God with a joyful shouting and thanksgiving, a celebrating multitude.
Why are you downcast, my soul, and why do you stir within me? Hope to God, for I will yet thank Him for the salvations of His presence.
My God, my soul is downcast upon me; therefore, I will remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon, from the young mountain.
Deep calls to deep to the sound of Your water channels; all Your breakers and waves passed over me.
By day, may the Lord command His kindness, and at night, may His resting place be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God, my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why should I walk in gloom under the oppression of the enemy?”
With murder in my bones, my oppressors have reproached me by saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Why are you downcast, my soul, and why do you stir within me? Hope to God, for I will yet thank Him for the salvations of my countenance and my God.