Psalms

For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.

1As the deer pants for the water brooks,so my soul pants after you, God.

2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.When shall I come and appear before God?

3My tears have been my food day and night,while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

4These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

5Why are you in despair, my soul?Why are you disturbed within me?Hope in God!For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

6My God, my soul is in despair within me.Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

7Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

8The LORDwill command his loving kindness in the daytime.In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

9I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me?Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

10As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me,while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

11Why are you in despair, my soul?Why are you disturbed within me?Hope in God! For I shall still praise him,the saving help of my countenance, and my God.

1To the Overseer. — An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

2My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'

4These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

5What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance — My God!

6In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

7Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

8By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

9I say to God my rock, 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'

11What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!