As the hart pants after the water brooks, so does my soul pant after thee, O God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted against me? Wait thou for God, for I shall yet praise him for the wellbeing of his presence.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Wait thou for God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the saving health of my countenance and my God.

Yet the LORD will command his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God?

O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the mountain of Mizar.

Deep calls unto deep at the voice of thy waterspouts; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

I will remember these things; I will pour out my soul in me. When I shall be included in the number; I will go with them to the house of God with voice of joy and praise, dancing in the multitude.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

I will say unto God, My rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

It is as death in my bones when my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?