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1 To the Chief Musician. A Contemplation of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God.
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As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
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I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say to me, "Where is your God?"
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Day and night I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying, “Where is this God of yours?”
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go with the multitude; I went with them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.
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My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be: I walked among the crowds of worshipers, leading a great procession to the house of God, singing for joy and giving thanks amid the sound of a great celebration!
5 Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him For the help of His countenance.
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Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me; Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan, And from the heights of Hermon, From the Hill Mizar.
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my God! Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember you— even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan, from the land of Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; All Your waves and billows have gone over me.
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I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
8 The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, And in the night His song shall be with me-- A prayer to the God of my life.
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But each day the LORD pours his unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing his songs, praying to God who gives me life.
9 I will say to God my Rock, "Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
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“O God my rock,” I cry, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?”
10 As with a breaking of my bones, My enemies reproach me, While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
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Their taunts break my bones. They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”
11 Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.
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Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God!