[1] Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. [2] As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God. [3] My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God? [4] My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God? [5] These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
[6] Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, [7] And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill. [8] Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me. [9] In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life. [10] I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
[11] Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day by day: Where is thy God? [12] Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.