| 1 ¶ To the chief Musician, Maschil,1 for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth2 after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
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| 2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
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| 3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
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| 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.
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| 5 Why art thou cast3 down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise4 him for the5 help of his countenance.
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| 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 hill6 Mizar.
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| 7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
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| 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.
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| 9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
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| 10 As with a sword7 in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
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| 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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