As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul is thirsting for the living God.
When may I enter in to see God's face?
My tears have been my bread both day and night.
While all day long they say, where is your God?
These I remember and pour out my soul.
How I went with a throng up to God's house.
With shouts of joy and with grateful songs.
In celebration with the multitude.
As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
O my soul, why are you so downcast?
Why so disquieted within me?
Have hope in God, I shall again praise Him.
He is my help and my God.
My soul is troubled deep within me.
So I remember you, my God.
There from the land of the Jordan, from the Hermones and from Har-Mizzar.
As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
Deep calls to deep, a voice of waterfalls.
Your waves and billows passing over me.
By day the Lord commands His steadfast love.
By night this song in prayer to the God of my life.
I say, my rock, have you forgotten me?
Why am I troubled by oppressive foes?
As with a deadly wound they taunt me.
And all day long they say, where is your God?
As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
Oh my soul, why are you so downcast?
Why so disquieted within me?
Have hope in God, I shall again praise Him.
He is my help and my God.