As the Deer Pants for the Water
For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.
1As the deer pants for streams of water,so my soul longs after You, O God. 2My soul thirsts for God, the living God.When shall I come and appear in God’s presence? 3My tears have been my foodboth day and night,while men ask me all day long,“Where is your God?” 4These things come to mind as I pour out my soul:how I walked with the multitude,leading the festive procession to the house of Godwith shouts of joy and praise. 5Why are you downcast, O my soul?Why the unease within me?Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Himfor the salvation of His presence. 6O my God, my soul despairs within me.Therefore I remember Youfrom the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from Mount Mizar. 7Deep calls to deepin the roar of Your waterfalls;all Your breakers and waveshave rolled over me. 8The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day,and at night His song is with meas a prayer to the God of my life. 9I say to God my Rock,“Why have You forgotten me?Why must I walk in sorrowbecause of the enemy’s oppression?” 10Like the crushing of my bones,my enemies taunt me,while they say to me all day long,“Where is your God?” 11Why are you downcast, O my soul?Why the unease within me?Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him,my Savior and my God.