For the music director: this is a maskil,

(a contemplative song) of Korah’s sons.

Just as the deer longs for running water,

my soul longs for You, O God.

My soul thirsts for the living God.

When will I be able to stand before God?

All day and night,

my tears are my only food,

while all day people say to me,

“Where is Your God?”

I remember these things

while I pour out my heart:

how I walked with the festive crowds

to the House of God,

calling out with shouts of joy and thanksgiving.

I ask my soul why it is so downcast

– why is it so disturbed?

Put your hope in God

– for even now

I will give praise to my Savior and my God.

Because my soul is disheartened

I will remember You from the land of Jordan

and the peaks of Hermon, and also Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep

in the roar of Your waterfalls

– all of Your breakers and waves

have swept over me.

The Lord sends out love to the faithful daily

while at night the Lord’s song is with me

– a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God, my Rock:

“Why have You forgotten me?

Why must I go about mourning,

oppressed by the enemy?”

My foes taunt me all day long,

saying “Where is Your God?”

It feels like they are crushing my bones.

I ask my soul why it is so downcast

– why is it so disturbed?

Put your hope in God

– for even now

I will give praise to my Savior and my God.