1 As the deer¹ pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God. ‡

2 ^aMy soul thirsts for God, for the ^bliving God.
When shall I come and¹ appear before God? ‡

4 When I remember these things,
^aI pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go with the multitude;
^bI went with them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise,
With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast. ‡

5 ^aWhy are you¹ cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
^bHope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
¹For the help of His countenance. ‡