Words: The Bay Psalm Book
To the chief musician, Maschil, for the Sons of Korah
1 Like as the hart panting doth bray after the water brooks, even in Such wise O God, my soul, after thee panting looks.
2 For God, even for the living God, my soul it thirsteth sore; Oh when shall I come & appear, the face of God before.
3 My tears have been unto me meat, by night also by day, while all the day they unto me where is thy God do say.
4 When as I do in mind record these things, then me upon I do my soul out pour, for I with multitude had gone:
With them unto Gods house I went, with voice of joy & praise: I with a multitude did go that did keep holy days.
5 My soul why art cast down & art stirred in me: thy hope place in God, for yet him praise I shall for the help of his face.
6 My God, my soul in me's cast down, therefore thee mind I will from Jordan's & Hermonites land, and from the little hill.
7 At the noise of thy water spouts deep unto deep doth call: thy waves they are gone over me, also thy billows all.
8 His loving kindness yet the Lord command will in the day: and in the night his song with me, to my life's God I'll pray.
9 I unto God will say, my Rock why hast thou forgot me? why go I said, by reason of pressure of th'enemy.
10 As with a sword within my bones my foes reproach me do: while all the day, where is thy God? they do say me unto.
11 My soul O wherefore dost thou bow thy self down heavily; and wherefore in me makest thou a stir tumultuously?
Hope thou in God, because I shall with praise him yet advance: who is my God, also he is health of my countenance.