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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.