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Chapter 42 |
| 1 | As the hart
panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
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| 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 | When I
remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the
multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and
praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. |
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5 | Why art thou cast down, O
my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet
praise him for the help of his countenance. |
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6 | O my God, my soul is cast
down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of
the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. |
| 7 | Deep calleth unto deep at the
noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
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| 8 | Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the
night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
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| 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
sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily 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 health of my countenance, and my God. |
