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[For the choirmaster Poem Of the sons of Korah] As a deer yearns for running streams, so I yearn for you, my God.
42:2
I thirst for God, the living God; when shall I go to see the face of God?
42:3
I have no food but tears day and night, as all day long I am taunted, 'Where is your God?'
42:4
This I remember as I pour out my heart, how I used to pass under the roof of the Most High used to go to the house of God, among cries of joy and praise, the sound of the feast.
42:5
Why be so downcast, why all these sighs? Hope in God! I will praise him still, my Saviour,
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my God. When I am downcast I think of you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, I think of you, humble mountain.
42:7
Deep is calling to deep by the roar of your cataracts, all your waves and breakers have rolled over me.
42:8
In the daytime God sends his faithful love, and even at night; the song it inspires in me is a prayer to my living God.
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I shall say to God, my rock, 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around in mourning, harrassed by the enemy?'
42:10
With death in my bones, my enemies taunt me, all day long they ask me, 'Where is your God?'
42:11
Why so downcast, why all these sighs? Hope in God! I will praise him still, my Saviour, my God.
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