As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:

3 My tears have been my food day and night,

4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul?

6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me:

7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls:

8 Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the daytime;

9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me?

10 As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me,

11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul?