To the chief singer. A poem for the sons of Qoraḥ.
1 As a deer longs for the water streams,
So my being longs for You, O Elohim.
2 My being thirsts for Elohim, for the living Ĕl.
When shall I enter in to appear before Elohim?
3 My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day, “Where is your Elohim?”
4 These I remember, and pour out my being within me.
For I used to pass along with the throng;
I went with them to the House of Elohim,
With the voice of joy and praise,
A multitude celebrating a Festival!
5 Why are you depressed, O my being?
And you restless within me?
Wait for Elohim: for I shall yet thank Him,
The deliverance of His face!
6 O my Elohim, my being is depressed within me;
Therefore I remember You from the land of the Yardĕn,
And from the heights of Ḥermon,
From Mount Mits’ar.
7 Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your waves and breakers passed over me.
8 By day 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 commands His kindness,
And by night His song is with me;
A prayer to the Ĕl of my ḥai.
9 I say to Ĕl my Rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10 My enemies have reproached me,
Like a crushing of my bones,
While they say to me all day long,
“Where is your Elohim?”
11 Why are you depressed, O my being?
And why are you restless within me?
Wait for Elohim: for I shall yet thank Him, the deliverance of my face,
And my Elohim.