As the deer pants for the water brooks,
so my soul pants after you, God.
My tears have been my food day and night,
while they ask me: “Where is your God?”
My soul is in despair within me, therefore I remember you
from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.
All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
“Where is your God?” my adversaries continually ask me in reproach.