1 To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah.
2Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
3My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
4My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
5Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
6Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
7My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
