As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O Yehowah.

My soul thirsteth for Yehowah, for the living Yehowah: when shall I come and appear before Yehowah?

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy Yehowah?

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 Yehowah, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in Yehowah: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

O my Yehowah, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Yet the Adonaï will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the Yehowah of my life.

I will say unto Yehowah my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy Yehowah?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in Yehowah: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my Yehowah.