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As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. |
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My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? |
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My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?” |
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These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, [1] and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. |
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Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help |
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and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. |
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Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. |
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By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, 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 about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?” |
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As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?” |
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Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God. |
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