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¹ [To the chiefe Musician, Maschil, for the sonnes of Korah.] As the Hart panteth after the water brookes, so panteth my soule after thee, O God. ² My soule thirsteth for God, for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before God? ³ My teares haue bene my meate day and night; while they continually say vnto me, Where is thy God? ⁴ When I remember these things, I powre out my soule in mee; for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God; with the voyce of ioy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day. ⁵ Why art thou cast downe, O my soule, and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the helpe of his countenance.

⁶ O my God, my soule is cast downe within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Iordane, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Missar. ⁷ Deepe calleth vnto deepe at the noyse of thy water-spouts: all thy waues, and thy billowes are gone ouer me. ⁸ Yet the Lord will command his louing kindnes in the day time, and in the night his song shalbe with me, and my prayer vnto the God of my life. ⁹ I will say vnto God, My rocke, why hast thou forgotten me? why goe I mourning, because of the oppression of the enemy? ¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproch mee: while they say dayly vnto me, Where is thy God? ¹¹ Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.