1 As the hart panteth
after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall
I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually
say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 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.
5 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.
6 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.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all
thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 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.
9 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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