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Book Two

42 For the chief musician. maskil the sons of

1 As a deer pants for streams of water,

so my soul pants for you, God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When will I come and appear to the face of God?

3 My weeping is bread to me day and night,

in, their saying to me all of the day, “Where, is your God?”

4 Let me remember these,

and let me pour out my soul within me,

that I went over with the crowd.

I led them in procession to the house of God

with a voice of rejoicing and praise,

a multitude celebrating a festival.

5 Why have you bowed yourself down, my soul,

and are clamoring within me?

Wait for God, for I will again thank him,

the salvation of his face.

6 My God, my soul has bowed itself down within me.

Therefore I will remember you

from the land of the Jordan and the Hermons,

from Mount Mizar.

7 Deep is calling to deep at the sound of your waterfalls.

All of your breakers and your waves pass over me.

8 By day, Yahweh commands his covenant faithfulness,

and at night, his song, is with me,

a prayer to the God of my life.

9 Let me say to God, my rock,

“Why have you forgotten me?

Why do I walk about mourning

because of the oppression of the enemy?”

10 With crushing in my bones,

the ones afflicting me reproach me

in their saying to me all of the day,

“Where is your God?”

11 Why have you bowed yourself down, my soul,

and why are you clamoring within me?

Wait for God, for I will again thank him,

the salvation of my face and my God.