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1 As a deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When may I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say to me all day, “Where is your God?”
4 These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me: how I used to pass among the throng and lead them to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving, a crowd keeping festival.
5 Why are you bowed down, my soul, and why do you groan within me?
Hope in God, for I will yet praise him for the saving help of his presence.
6 My God, my soul is bowed down within me;
therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan and the Hermon peaks, from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and waves have swept over me.
8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and by night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning under the enemy’s oppression?”
10 Like a deadly blow to my bones are my foes’ taunts, as they say to me all day, “Where is your God?”
11 Why are you bowed down, my soul, and why do you groan within me?
Hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my saving help and my God.