1For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core.

2As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

3My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

4My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

5I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival. ⁷⁷

6Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

7O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

8Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

9By day the Lord will command his mercy, and ⁷⁸manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.

10I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

11While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

12Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.