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To the victor; a maskil* for the sons of Korah.
2 As the stag bleats after the channels of water,
so my soul bleats to▵ Thee, O God.
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3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God◦;
when shall I come and appear before the faces of God?
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4 My tears have been my bread, by··day and night,
when all the day they say to▵ me, Where◦ is thy God?
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5 These things I remember,
and spill my soul within me;
when◦ I passed··by in the throng,
I processed with them to◦ the house of God,
with the voice of a loud··song and confession,
with the crowd celebrating.
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6 What! bowest· thyself ·down, O my soul?
And art· thou ·tumultuous upon me?
Hope thou for God; for I shall still confess Him,
the salvations of His faces.*
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7 O my God, my soul is bowed··down within me;
therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, and the Hermonites, from a mountain of littleness.
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8 The abyss calls to▵ the abyss at the voice of Thy gutters;
all Thy breakers and Thy waves have passed over me.
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9 By··day Jehovah will command His mercy, and in the night His song shall be with me,
a prayer to the God◦ of my life.
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10 I will say to God◦ my Rock◦, Why hast Thou forgotten me?
Why do I go in··black at the subjugation by the enemy?
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11 As with murder in my bones my adversaries reproach me,
saying to▵ me all the day, Where◦ is thy God?
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12 What! bowest· thyself ·down, O my soul?
And what! art· thou ·tumultuous upon me?
Hope thou for God; for I shall still confess Him,
the salvations of my faces, and my God.
