Ps 42
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BOOK II As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee,
O God.
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My soul thirsteth 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 unto me all the day: 'Where
is Thy God?'
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These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I passed on with the
throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude
keeping holyday.
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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God;
for I shall yet praise Him for the salvation of His countenance.
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O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember Thee from the land
of Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7
Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts; all Thy waves and Thy billows
are gone over me.
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By day the LORD will command His lovingkindness, and in the night His song shall be
with me, even a prayer unto the God of my life.
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I will say unto God my Rock: 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning under
the oppression of the enemy?'
10
As with a crushing in my bones, mine adversaries taunt me; while they say unto me
all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God;
for I shall yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.