Psalms

Chapter 93

¹ As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

² My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before Goda

³ My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy Goda

⁴ When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

⁵ Why art thou cast down, O my soula and why art thou disquieted in mea hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

⁶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

⁷ Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

⁸ Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

⁹ I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten mea why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemya

¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy Goda

¹¹ Why art thou cast down, O my soula and why art thou disquieted within mea hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.