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To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
1 Like as the hart panting doth bray after the water brooks, ev’n in such wise, O God, my soul after thee panting looks. 2 For God, ev’n for the living God, my soul it thirsteth sore: Oh, when shall I come and appear the face of God before?
3 My tears have been unto me meat by night also by day, while all the day they unto me, where is thy God? do say. 4 When as I do in mind record these things, then me upon I do my soul out pour: for I with multitude had gone,
with them unto God’s house I went, with voice of joy and praise, I with a multitude did go that did keep holydays. 5 My soul, why art cast down? and art stirr’d in me? thy hope place in God: for yet him praise I shall for the help of his face.
6 My God, my soul in me’s cast down: therefore thee mind I will from Jordan’s, and Hermonites’ land, and from the little hill. 7 At the noise of thy water spouts deep unto deep doth call: thy waves they are gone over me, also thy billows all.
8 His lovingkindness yet the Lord command will in the day, and in the night his song with me, to my life’s God I’ll pray. 9 I unto God will say, my rock, why hast thou forgot me? why go I sad by reason of pressure of th’ enemy?
10 As with a sword within my bones, my foes reproach me do; while all the day, Where is thy God? they do say me unto. 11 My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow thyself down heavily? and wherefore in me makest thou a stir tumultuously?
hope thou in God: because I shall with praise him yet advance, who is my God; also he is health of my countenance.