| Berean Study Bible | New Living Translation |
| 1For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God. | 1As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God. |
| 2My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence? | 2I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him? |
| 3My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?” | 3Day and night I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying, “Where is this God of yours?” |
| 4These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise. | 4My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be: I walked among the crowds of worshipers, leading a great procession to the house of God, singing for joy and giving thanks amid the sound of a great celebration! |
| 5Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence. | 5Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and |
| 6O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from Mount Mizar. | 6my God! Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember you— even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan, from the land of Mount Mizar. |
| 7Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me. | 7I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me. |
| 8The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life. | 8But each day the LORD pours his unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing his songs, praying to God who gives me life. |
| 9I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?” | 9“O God my rock,” I cry, “why have you forgotten me? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?” |
| 10Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” | 10Their taunts break my bones. They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?” |
| 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. | 11Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God! |
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