To the conductor. A Maskil. To the sons of Korah.1As a deer longs for channels of water, so my soul longs for you, O 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 say to me all the day long, Where is your God?4These things I remember, and I pour out my soul within me, for I used to go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with a voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.5Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.6My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.7Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.8By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.9I say to God, my rock: Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?10As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, Where is your God?11Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
Chapter 43
1Vindicate me, O God, and defend my cause against an ungodly people; from the deceitful and unjust man deliver me.2For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?3Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling.4Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy, and I will praise you with the lyre, O God, my God.5Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.