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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