For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah.
1[a][b][c]As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
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My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with 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?”
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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 One[d]with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.
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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.
1
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 can I go and meet with God?
3
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 used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty Onewith shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.
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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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My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
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Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
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By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.
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I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”