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Psalms 42
As
the
hart
panteth
after
the
water
brooks,
so
panteth
my
soul
after
thee,
O
God.
2 My
soul
a
thirsteth
for
God,
for
the
b
living
God:
when
shall
I
come
and
appear
before
God?
3 My
tears
have
been
my
meat
day
and
night,
while
they
continually
say
unto
me,
Where
is
thy
God?
4 When
I
remember
these
things,
I
pour
out
my
soul
in
me:
for
I
had
gone
with
the
multitude,
I
went
with
them
to
the
house
of
God,
with
the
voice
of
joy
and
praise,
with
a
multitude
that
kept
holyday.
5 Why
art
thou
cast
down,
O
my
soul?
and
why
art
thou
disquieted
in
me?
hope
thou
in
God:
for
I
shall
yet
praise
him
for
the
help
of
his
countenance.
6 O
my
God,
my
soul
is
cast
down
within
me:
therefore
will
I
remember
thee
from
the
land
of
Jordan,
and
of
the
Hermonites,
from
the
hill
Mizar.
7 Deep
calleth
unto
deep
at
the
noise
of
thy
waterspouts:
all
thy
waves
and
thy
billows
are
gone
over
me.
8 Yet
the
Lord
will
command
his
lovingkindness
in
the
daytime,
and
in
the
a
night
his
song
shall
be
with
me,
and
my
prayer
unto
the
God
of
my
life.
9 I
will
say
unto
God
my
rock,
Why
hast
thou
forgotten
me?
why
go
I
mourning
because
of
the
oppression
of
the
enemy?
10 As
with
a
sword
in
my
bones,
mine
enemies
reproach
me;
while
they
say
daily
unto
me,
Where
is
thy
God?
11 Why
art
thou
a
cast
down,
O
my
soul?
and
why
art
thou
disquieted
within
me?
b
hope
thou
in
God:
for
I
shall
yet
praise
him,
who
is
the
health
of
my
countenance,
and
my
God.
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