1 Vnto the end, vnderstanding to the sonnes of Core.
2 EVEN as the harte desireth after the fountaines of waters: so doth my soule desire after thee ô God.
3 My soule hath thirsted after God the strong liuing: when shal I come and appeare before the face of God?
4 My teares haue beene breades vnto me day and night: whiles it is said to me dayly: Where is thy God?
5 These thinges haue I remembred, and haue powred out my soule in me, because I shal passe into the place of a meruelous tabernacle, euen to the house of God. In the yoyce of exultation, and confession: the sound of one feasting.
6 Why art thou sorowful my soule? and why dost thou truble me? Hope in God, because yet I wil confesse to him: the saluation of my countenance,
7 and my God. My soule is trubled toward my selfe; therfore wil I be mindful of thee from the land of Iordan, and Hermoniim from the litle mountaine.
8 Depth calleth on depth, in the voice of thy flould gates. Al thy high thinges, and thy waues haue passed ouer me.
9 In the day our Lord hath commanded his mercie: and in the night a song of him. With me is prayer to the God of my life:
10 I wil say to God: Thou art my defender. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why goe I sorowful, whiles mine enemie afflicteth me?
11 Whiles my bones are broken, mine enemies that truble me haue vpbrayded me: Whiles they say to me day by day: Where is thy God?
12 Why art thou heauie ô my soule? & why dost thou truble me? Hope in God, because yet I wil confesse to him: the saluation of my countenance, and my God.