Psm42:1 To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God.
Psm42:2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?
Psm42:3 My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, 'Where is your God?'
Psm42:4 These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
Psm42:5 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God;for I shall again praise him, my help
Psm42:6 and my God. My soul is cast down within me, therefore I remember thee from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Psm42:7 Deep calls to deep at the thunder of thy cataracts;all thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
Psm42:8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love;and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
Psm42:9 I say to God, my rock: 'Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?'
Psm42:10 As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, 'Where is your God?'
Psm42:11 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God;for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.
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