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As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
when shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night,
while they continually say unto me, Where is thy
God? When I remember these things, I pour out
God? 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.
Why 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. 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.Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of
thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are
gone over me. 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. I will say unto God my rock, Why
hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because
of the oppression of the enemy? As with a sword in my
bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily
unto me, Where is thy God? Why 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.
Psalm 42
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