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1AS the deer pants for the brooks of water,
so my soul pants for You, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people continue to say to me,
“Where is your God?”
4 I remember these things,
as I pour out my soul within me:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and jubilant thanksgiving,
among the festive throng.
5 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why are you so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise Him,
my help, 6 and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember You
from the land of the Jordan,
and from the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep
in the roar of Your waterfalls;
all Your waves and Your billows
have swept over me.
8 The Lord maintains His faithful love by day,
and His song is with me at night—
a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I will say to God my Rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why must I go about mournfully,
and oppressed by my enemies?”
10 As with the shattering of my bones,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
11 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why are you disquieted within me?
Place your hope in God,
for I will yet praise Him,
my Saviour, and my God.