| As the deer pants for streams of water, | |
| so my soul pants for you, O God. | |
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| My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. | |
| When can I go and meet with God? | |
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| My tears have been my food | 5 |
| day and night, | |
| while men say to me all day long, | |
| "Where is your God?" | |
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| These things I remember | |
| as I pour out my soul: | 10 |
| how I used to go with the multitude, | |
| leading the procession to the house of God, | |
| with shouts of joy and thanksgiving | |
| among the festive throng. | |
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| Why are you downcast, O my soul? | 15 |
| Why so disturbed within me? | |
| Put your hope in God, | |
| for I will yet praise him, | |
| my Savior and my God. | |
| My soul is downcast within me; | 20 |
| therefore I will remember you | |
| from the land of the Jordan, | |
| the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar. | |
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| Deep calls to deep | |
| in the roar of your waterfalls; | 25 |
| all your waves and breakers | |
| have swept over me. | |
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| By day the LORD directs his love, | |
| at night his song is with me— | |
| a prayer to the God of my life. | 30 |
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| I say to God my Rock, | |
| "Why have you forgotten me? | |
| Why must I go about mourning, | |
| oppressed by the enemy?" | |
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| My bones suffer mortal agony | 35 |
| as my foes taunt me, | |
| saying to me all day long, | |
| "Where is your God?" | |
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| Why are you downcast, O my soul? | |
| Why so disturbed within me? | 40 |
| Put your hope in God, | |
| for I will yet praise him, | |
| my Savior and my God. | |