1 Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God.10 It pierces me to the heart to hear the enemy’s taunts, as all the day long they say to me, ‘Where is your God?’11 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.2 I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?3 My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, ‘Where is your God?’4 My heart floods with sorrow, as I call to mind: how I used to pass on with the throng, at their head, to the house of God, with glad shouts and giving of thanks, in the throng who kept festival.5 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.6 I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar.7 Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me.8 In the day I cry to the Lord to summon his kindness; and the song that I sing in the night is a prayer to the living God.9 I say to God my rock, ‘Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?’