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The Book of Psalms, Chapter 42
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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?
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My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually
say unto me, Where is thy God?
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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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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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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.
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Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy
waves and thy billows are gone over me.
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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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I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I
mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
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10 |
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while
they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
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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.
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