AS THE DEER pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and see the countenance of God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you
downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in
God,
for I will yet praise him,
the saving health of
my countenance and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
…. Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
By day Yahweh
directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
the saving health of
my countenance and my God.
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