1(For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah) As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O Elokim.

2My soul thirsteth for Elokim, for the living Elokim: When shall I come and appear before Elokim?

3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy Elokim?

4These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of Elokim, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in Elokim; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.

6O my Elokim, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8Yet تتراجراماتون will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Even a prayer unto the Elokim of my life.

9I will say unto Elokim my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy Elokim?

11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in Elokim; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my Elokim.