As the deer pants for the water brooks,
so pants my soul for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet God?
... These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God 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, for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
...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 is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet God?
how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
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