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1 For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Korah.
2 As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water,
So my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
3 My soul has thirsted for the living God:
When shall I come and appear before God?
4 My tears have been bread to me day and night,
While they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
5 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me,
For I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God,
With a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
6 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me?
Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him;
He is the salvation of my countenance.
7 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me:
Therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the little hill.
8 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts:
All thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
9 By day the Lord will command his mercy,
And manifest it by night:
With me is prayer to the God of my life.
10 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me?
Wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?
11 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me;
While they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
12 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me?
Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him;
He is the health of my countenance, and my God.