[To the chiefe Musician,
Maschil,
for the sonnes of Korah.]
1
As the Hart panteth after the water brookes, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
2
My soule thirsteth for God, for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before God?
3
My teares haue bene my meate day and night;
while they continually say vnto me, Where is thy God?
4
When I remember these things, I powre out my soule in mee;
for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God;
with the voyce of ioy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day.
5
Why art thou cast downe, O my soule, and why art thou disquieted in me?
hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the helpe of his countenance.
6
O my God, my soule is cast downe within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Iordane, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Missar.
7
Deepe calleth vnto deepe at the noyse of thy water-spouts: all thy waues, and thy billowes are gone ouer me.
8
Yet the Lord will command his louing kindnes in the day time, and in the night his song shalbe with me, and my prayer vnto the God of my life.
9
I will say vnto God, My rocke, why hast thou forgotten me?
why goe I mourning, because of the oppression of the enemy?
10
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproch mee: while they say dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
11
Why art thou cast downe, O my soule?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.