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Chapter 42
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As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth
my soul after thee, O God. |
2
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My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when
shall I come and appear before God? |
3
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My tears have been my meat day and night, while they
continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
4
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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. |
5
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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. |
6
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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. |
7
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Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts:
all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. |
8
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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. |
9
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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? |
10
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As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach
me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? |
11
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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. |
