1As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.

2My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

3My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

4I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your 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

5Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

6O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

7Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.

8By day the Lord will command his mercy, and ⁷⁸manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.

9I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

10While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?

11Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.