1 Like as the hart doth pant and bray
the well-springs to obtain;
So doth my soul desire alway
with thee, Lord, to remain.
2 My soul doth thirst, and would draw near
the living God of might;
Oh, when shall I come and appear
in presence of his sight?
3 The tears all times are my repast
which from my eyes do slide,
Whilst wicked men cry out so fast,
Where now is God thy guide?
4 Alas, what grief is it to think
the freedom once I had!
Therefore my soul as at pit's brink,
most heavy is and sad.
5 For I did march in good array
with joyful company,
Unto the temple was our way,
to praise the Lord most high.
6 My soul, why art thou sad always,
and frett'st thus in my breast?
Trust still in God, for him to praise
I hold it ever best.
7 By him I succour have at need
against all pain and grief;
He is my God, who with all speed
doth haste to send relief.
8 My soul is vexed in me, and
therefore, O Lord, I will
Remember thee, from Jordan's land,
and Hennon's little hill.
The Second Part.
9 One grief another in doth call,
as clouds burst out their voice;
The floods of evil that do fall,
run over me with noise.
10 Yet I by day felt his goodness
and help at all assays,
Likewise at night I did not cease
the living God to praise.
11 I am persuaded thus to say
to him with reverence,
O Lord, thou art my guide and stay,
my 'rock and sure defence;
12 Why do I then in pensiveness,
hanging the head, thus walk,
While that my enemies oppress
and vex me with their talk?
13 For why? They pierce my inward parts
with pains to be abhorr'd,
When they cry out with stubborn hearts,
Where now is God thy Lord?
14 So soon, my soul, why dost thou faint,
with pain and grid opprest?
Why do sad thoughts without restraint
thus rage within my breast?
15 Trust in the Lord thy God always,
and thou the time shalt see,
To give him thanks with laud and praise,
for health restor'd to thee.Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #XLII