1
To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God.
2
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?
3
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
4
These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
5
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (Revised Standard Version)
