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Psalm 42

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1 As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
1 As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
4 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 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.
5 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.
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
6 My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.
8 By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?
9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
10 My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
11 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.
11 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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