BOOK 2 
 42
Thirsting for God in Trouble and Exile. 
For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. 
1 As the deer pants for the water brooks, 
So my soul pants for You, O God. 
2 My soul thirsts for God, for 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 all day long, “Where is your God?” 
4  These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me. 
For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God, 
With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. 
   
5  Why are you in despair, O my soul? 
And why have you become disturbed within me? 
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him 
For the help of His presence. 
6 O my God, my soul is in despair within me; 
Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan 
And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. 
7  Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; 
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. 
8 The  Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; 
And His song will be with me in the night, 
A prayer to the God of my life. 
   
9 I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me? 
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?” 
10 As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me, 
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” 
11  Why are you in despair, O my soul? 
And why have you become disturbed within me? 
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, 
The help of my countenance and my God.