[1]For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah.[2]As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God.[3]My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: 'When shall I come and appear before God?'[4]My tears have been my food day and night, while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'[5]These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I passed on with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.[6]Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him for the salvation of His countenance.[7]O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.[8]Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.[9]By day 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 will command His lovingkindness, and in the night His song shall be with me, even a prayer unto the God of my life.[10]I will say unto God my Rock: 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning under the oppression of the enemy?'[11]As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; while they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'[12]Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.