1 As the deera Lit longs forpants for the water brooks,
So my soulb Lit longs forpants for You, O God. 2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God;
When shall I come andc Some mss read see the face of Godappear before God? 3 My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” 4 These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go along with the throng andd Or move slowly with themlead them in procession to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. | |
5 Why are youe Or sunk downin despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
f Or Wait forHope in God, for I shallg Or stillagain praiseh Some ancient versions read Him, the help of my countenance and my GodHim
For thei Or saving acts ofhelp of His presence. 6 O my God, my soul isj Or sunk downin despair within me;
Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan
And thek Lit Hermonspeaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. 7 Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. 8 The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime;
And His song will be with me in the night,
A prayer to the God of my life. | |
9 I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me?
Why do I go mourningl Or while the enemy oppressesbecause of the oppression of the enemy?” 10 As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” 11 Why are youm Or sunk downin despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
n Or Wait forHope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
Theo Or saving acts ofhelp of my countenance and my God. | |
