WHERE IS THY GOD?

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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 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