For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water , so my soul longs after You , O God.
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My soul thirsts for God , the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence ?
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My tears have been food (both) day and night , while men ask me all day long ... , “ Where is your God ? ”
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These things come to mind as I pour out ... my soul : how I walked with the multitude , leading the procession ... to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.
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Why are you downcast , O my soul ? Why the unease within me ? Put your hope in God , for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.
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O my God , my soul despairs within me. Therefore ... I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon — (even) from Mount Mizar.
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Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls ; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
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The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day , and at night His song is with me (as) a prayer to the God of my life.
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I say to God my Rock , “ Why have You forgotten me ? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression ? ”
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Like the crushing of my bones , my enemies taunt me , while they say to me all day long , “ Where is your God ? ”
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Why are you downcast , O my soul ? Why the unease within me ? Put your hope in God , for I will yet praise Him , my Savior ... and my God.
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