1  As a deer pants for flowing streams,

so pants my soul for you, O God.

2  ^tMy soul thirsts for God,

for the living God.

When shall I come and ^uappear before God?²

3  ^vMy tears have been my food

day and night,

while they ^wsay to me all the day long,

^x“Where is your God?”

4  These things I remember,

as I ^ypour out my soul:

how I would go ^zwith the throng

and lead them in procession to the house of God

with glad shouts and songs of praise,

a multitude keeping festival.

5  ^aWhy are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you in turmoil within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my salvation³