To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sonsof Korah. As the hartpantethafterthe waterbrooks, sopantethmy soulafterthee, O God. My soulthirstethfor God, for the livingGod: whenshall I comeand appearbeforeGod? My tearshave beenmy meatdayand night, while they continuallysayuntome, Where is thy God? When I rememberthese things , I pour outmy soulinme: forI had gonewith the multitude, I wentwith them tothe houseof God, with the voiceof joyand praise, with a multitudethat kept holyday. Whyart thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquietedinme? hopethou in God: forI shall yetpraisehim for the helpof his countenance. O my God, my soulis cast downwithinme: thereforewill I rememberthee from the landof Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hillMizar. Deepcallethuntodeepat the noiseof thy waterspouts: allthy wavesand thy billowsare goneoverme. Yet the LORDwill commandhis lovingkindnessin the daytime, and in the nighthis song shall be withme, and my prayerunto the Godof my life. I will sayunto Godmy rock, Whyhast thou forgottenme? whygoI mourningbecause of the oppressionof the enemy? As with a swordin my bones, mine enemiesreproachme; while they saydailyuntome, Where is thy God? Whyart thou cast down, O my soul? and whyart thou disquietedwithinme? hopethou in God: forI shall yetpraisehim, who is the healthof my countenance, and my God.