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Psalms 42

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PS 42:1 To the Overseer. -- An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

PS 42:2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

PS 42:3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'

PS 42:4 These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

PS 42:5 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

PS 42:6 In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

PS 42:7 Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

PS 42:8 By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song `is' with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

PS 42:9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

PS 42:10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'

PS 42:11 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!