1 “BOOK II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for thee, O God!10 Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!2 My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”4 When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the festive multitude!5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Him, my deliverer and my God!6 My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.7 Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!8 Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me,-Thanksgiving to the God of my life.9 Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?