1  ^tAs a deer pants for flowing streams,

so pants my soul for you, O God.

2  ^uMy soul thirsts for God,

for ^vthe living God.

When shall I come and ^wappear before God?²

3  ^xMy tears have been my food

day and night,

^ywhile they say to me all the day long,

“Where is your God?”

4  These things I remember,

as I ^zpour out my soul:

^ahow I would go ^bwith the throng

and lead them in procession to the house of God

with glad shouts and songs of praise,

^ca multitude keeping festival.

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

and why are you ^ein turmoil within me?

^fHope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my salvation³