1  As the hart †panteth after athe water brooks,

So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

2  bMy soul thirsteth for God, for cthe living God:

When shall I come and ccappear before God?

3  dMy tears have been my meat day and night,

eWhile they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

4  When I remember these things, fI pour out my soul in me:

For I had gone with the multitude, I gwent with them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

5  hWhy art thou †cast down, O my soul? and hwhy art thou idisquieted in me?

jHope thou in God: for I shall yet ||kpraise him

||For the help of his countenance.

6  O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee

lFrom the land of Jordan, and of the mHermonites, from ||the hill Mizar.

7  nDeep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy owaterspouts:

pAll thy qwaves and thy billows are gone over me.