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 and see God's face?
My tears upend 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 Mitzar.
As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
Deep calls to deep, voice of waterfalls, your waves and billows passing over me.
By day the Lord commands His steadfast love.
By night this song and prayer to the God of my life.
I say, my rock, have you forgotten me?
Why am I troubled by oppressing foes?
As with a deadly wound they taunt me, as 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.
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.