To 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.
02 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
when shall I come and appear before God?
03 My tears have been my meat day and night,
while they continually say unto me, Where is thy
God?
04 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.
05 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.
06 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.
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07 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy
waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are
gone over me.
08 Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness
in the day time, and in the night his song shall
be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my
life.
09 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou
forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the
oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies
reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where
is thy God?
11 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.
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