To the chief Musician, Maskiyl, for the sons of Qorach.
AS the deer pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O Elohiym.
My soul thirsts for Elohiym, for the living El: when shall I come and appear before Elohiym?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your Elohiym?
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of Elohiym, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept feast day.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope in Elohiym: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
O Elohai, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Yardan, and of the Chermoniym, from the hill Mits`ar.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
Yet Yahuah will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the El of my life.
I will say unto El my Rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your Elohiym?
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope in Elohiym: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my Elohiym.