As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. |
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My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
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When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. |
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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. |
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O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. |
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Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. |
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Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. |
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I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? |
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As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? |