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As the deer pants for streams of water
So my soul pants for You, my Lord
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God
When can I go and meet with God?

My tears have been my food day and night
While people say to me all day long
“Where is Your God?”
“Without Your God you’re alone”

These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
How I used to go to the house of God on my own
Under the protection of the Mighty One
With shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, my Savior and my Lord
For I will yet praise Him

My soul is downcast within me
Therefore I will remember you by far
From the land of the Jordan
The heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar

Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls
All your waves and breakers have swept over me
By day the Lord directs His love
At night His song - a prayer to the God of my life is with me

I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning
Oppressed by the enemy?”

My bones suffer mortal agony
As my foes taunt me
Saying to me all day long
“Where is your God? Go and find Him”

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, my Savior and my Lord
For I will yet praise Him