As a hart longs

for flowing streams,
so longs my soul

for thee, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,

for the living God.
When shall I come and behold

the face of God?
My tears have been my food

day and night,
while men say to me continually,

"Where is your God?"

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.
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.

My soul is cast down with me,

therefore, I remember thee
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,

from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep

at the thunder of thy cataracts;
all thy waves and thy billows

have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love;

and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock:

"Why as thou forsaken me?
Why go I mourning

because of the oppression of the enemy?"
As with a deadly wound in my body,

my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually,

"Where is your God?"

Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him.

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