1 For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core.
2 As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
3 My soul has thirsted for the living God : when shall I come and appear before God ?
4 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God ?
5 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival. Notesn1 See Appendix.
6 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul ? and wherefore dost thou trouble me ? hope in God ; for I will give thanks to him ; he is the salvation of my countenance.
7 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
8 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts : all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
9 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night : with me is prayer to the God of my life. Notesn1 Heb. and Alex. his song shall be, etc.
10 I will say to God, Thou art my helper ; why hast thou forgotten me ? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me ?
11 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me ; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God ?
12 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul ? and wherefore dost thou trouble me ? hope in God ; for I will give thanks to him ; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.