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1 To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God.
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As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?
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My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
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My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4 These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, 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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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 Onewith shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.
5 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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Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
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