^1aTo the choirmaster.↑

For the sons of Korah, an Instructive Psalm.

^1bAs a roebuck longs for brooks of water,

So my being longs for you, O God.

²My being thirsts for God

– For the living God.

When will I come

And see the face of God?

³A tear was my daily and nightly bread

When they said to me all day,

“Where is your God?”

⁴I will remember these things,

And I will pour out my soul over myself,

For I will pass through the crowd;

I will proceed softly with them to the house of God

With a joyful voice and thanksgiving,

As a multitude celebrates a festival.

⁵How you have been brought low, my spirit,

And have agitated me!

Await God,

For I will still praise him,

For his acts of salvation performed in his own presence.

⁶O God of mine, my spirit has been brought down low on me,

So I will remember you from the land of Jordan,

And the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.

⁷The deep calls to the deep

At the call of your water-surges;

All your breakers and waves have passed over me.

⁸By day the Lord will command his kindness,

And by night a song is with me

– A prayer to the God of my life.

⁹Let me say to God, my rock,

“Why have you forgotten me?

Why should I go about melancholically,

In the oppression of the enemy?”

¹⁰My adversaries reproach me with the crushing of my bones,

As they say to me all day long,

“Where is your God?”

¹¹How you have been brought low, my spirit,

And how you have agitated me!

Await God,

For I will still praise him,

For the acts of salvation before me,

And for being my God.