As the deer pants for the water brooks, 

So pants my soul for You, O God.

My soul thirst for God, for the living God.

When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my food day and night,

While they continually say to me, 

“Where is your God?”

When I remember these things,

I pour out my soul within me.

For I used to go with the multitude;

I went with them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise,

With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?

And why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me;

Therefore I will remember You from the land of Jordan, and from the heights of Hermon,

From the Hill Mizar. 

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;

All Your waves and billows have gone over me.

The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,

And in the night His song shall be with me a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God my Rock,

“Why have You forgotten me?

Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

As with a breaking of my bones,

My enemies reproach me,

While they say to me all day long,

“Where is your God?”

Why are you cast down, O my soul?

And why are  you disquieted within me?

Hope in God;

For I shall yet praise Him,

The help of my countenance and my God.