| 2 As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. | |
| 3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I go and see the face of God? | |
| 4 Day and night my tears have been my food, as people ask me day after day, “Where is your God?” | |
| 5 Now as I pour out my soul, I remember all this – how I used to lead the faithful in procession to the house of God, amid shouts of joy and thanksgiving, among the feasting throng. | |
| 6 Why are you so downcast, my soul, why so troubled within me? Hope in God, for I will praise him again, my savior and my God. | |
| 7 My soul is downcast when I remember from these lands of Jordan and Hermon, “Where are you, small mountain?” | |
| 8 Deep calls to deep as your cataracts thunder; your waves and torrents have gone over me. | |
| 9 May the Lord bestow his love by day, by night his song is upon my lips – a prayer to the God of my life. | |
| 10 I say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?” | |
| 11 My whole being suffers in mortal agony, as my adversaries continually taunt me, “Where is your God?” | |
| 12 Why are you so downcast, my soul, why so troubled within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him – my savior and my God. | |
