¹As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

 ²My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

 ³My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

 ⁴When 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.

 ⁵Why 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.

 ⁶O 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.