| King James Bible | New International Version |
| 1To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. | 1For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. |
| 2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? | 2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? |
| 3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? | 3My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, "Where is your God?" |
| 4When 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. | 4These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng. |
| 5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. | 5Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. |
| 6O 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. | 6My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon--from Mount Mizar. |
| 7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. | 7Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. |
| 8Yet 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. | 8By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me-- a prayer to the God of my life. |
| 9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? | 9I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?" |
| 10As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? | 10My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?" |
| 11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. | 11Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. |
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