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Psalm 42

	As a deer longs for flowing streams,
	so my soul longs for you, O God.
	My soul thirsts for God,
	for the living God.
	When shall I come and behold
	the face of God?
	My tears have been my food
	day and night,
	while people say to me continually,
	"Where is your God?"
	These things I remember,
	as I pour out my soul:
	how I went with the throng,
	and led them in procession to the house of God,
	with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
	a multitude keeping festival.
	Why are you cast down, O my soul,
	and why are you disquieted within me?
	Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
	my help and my God.

	My soul is cast down within me;
	therefore I remember you
	from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
	from Mount Mizar.
	Deep calls to deep
	at the thunder of your cataracts;
	all your waves and your billows
	have gone over me.
	By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
	and at night his song is with me,
	a prayer to the God of my life.
	I say to God, my rock,
	"Why have you forgotten me?
	Why must I walk about mournfully
	because the enemy oppresses me?"
	As with a deadly wound in my body,
	my adversaries taunt me,
	while they say to me continually,
	"Where is your God?"
	Why are you cast down, O my soul,
	and why are you disquieted within me?
	Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
	my help and my God.