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As the deer pants
for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and
appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say to me, "Where is your God?"
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go with the multitude; I went with them to the house
of God, With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast. Why are you cast down, O my soul? And
why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him For the help of His countenance. O my God, my soul
is cast down within me; Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan, And from the heights of Hermon, From the
Hill Mizar. Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; All Your waves and billows have gone over me. The Lord will
command His lovingkindness in the daytime, And in the night His song shall be with me-A prayer to the God of my life. I will
say to God my Rock, "Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" As
with a breaking of my bones, My enemies reproach me, While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?" Why
are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my
countenance and my God. Psalm 42:1-11
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