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Psalms 42

As the Deer Pants for the Water
1 To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah.

 As a deer pants for flowing streams,
 so pants my soul for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God,
 for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my food
 day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
 “Where is your God”?

4 These things I remember,
 as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
 and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
 a multitude keeping festival.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
 and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
 my salvation
6 and my God.

 My soul is cast down within me;
 therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
 from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep
 at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
 have gone over me.
8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
 and at night his song is with me,
 a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I say to God, my rock:
 “Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
 because of the oppression of the enemy”?

10 As with a deadly wound in my bones,
 my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
 “Where is your God?”

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
 and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
 my salvation and my God.