The Book of Psalms
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the 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 These things I remember when I pour out my soul within me: for I had gone with the multitude, I led them in the way to the house of God, with the voice of joy and thanksgiving, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his presence.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and the heights of Hermon, from mount Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the roar of thy waterfalls: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me: a 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 wound in my bones, mine enemies revile me; while they say all the day long unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
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