Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks, so longeth my soul after thee, O God
My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God;
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God? My tears have been my meat day and night, while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God? Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself;
for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God, in the voice of praise and thanksgiving, among such as keep holy-day
Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul? and why art thou so disquieted within me? Put thy trust in God;
for I will give him thanks for the help of his countenance
My God, my soul is vexed within me;
therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon
One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes;
all thy waves and storms are gone over me
The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the daytime;
and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life
I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me? My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
namely, while they say daily unto me, Where is now thy God? Why art thou so vexed, O my soul? and why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God;
for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God