The Holy Bible

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