| Psalm 42 
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 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of
Korah. 1  As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth
my soul after thee, O God.
               2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and
appear before God?
               3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say
unto me, Where is thy God?
               4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I
had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the
voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
               5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted
in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his
countenance. 6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will
I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill
Mizar.
               7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves
and thy billows are gone over me.
               8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime,
and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the
God of my life.
               9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I
mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
               10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while
they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
               11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within
me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my
countenance, and my God.   
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