1 as the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, o God.
2 my soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can i go and meet with God?
3 my tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "where is your God?"
4 these things i remember as i pour out my soul: how i used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
5 why are you downcast, o my soul? why so disturbed within me? put your hope in God, for i will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
9 i say to God my Rock, "why have you forgotten me? why must i go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"
10 my bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, sayikng to me all day long, "where is your God?"
11 why are you downcast, o my soul? why so disturbed within me? put your hope in God, for i will yet praise him, my savior and my God.
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