The Psalmist longeth after the service of God in the temple: he encourageth his dejected soul to trust in God.
0 To the chief Musician, aMaschil, for the sons of Korah.
1 As the hart apanteth after the water brooks, so 1panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the 1living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My 1tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When 1I remember these things, 2I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I 3went with them to the 4house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5 Why 1art thou acast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet bpraise him for cthe help of his countenance.
6 O 1my God, my soul is cast down within me: 2therefore will I remember thee from 3the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from athe hill Mizar.
7 Deep 1calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 yet the Lord 1will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and 2in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God 1my rock, 2Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 as 1with a asword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why 1art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.