As the Deer

As the deer pants for streams of water,
So my soul is longing after You.
Oh how my soul thirsts for God,
For the living God.

When will I enter His presence,
When will I come to see His face?
Night and day my tears have been my only food.
All the while they say to me:
“Now where is your God?”

Therefore I will remember,
    And pour my spirit out within me.
I used to walk with the multitude
    And lead them into the house of worship
    With rejoicing and gladness,
    In the crowd, filled with celebration,
    In the crowd, filled with celebration.

Why so downcast, oh, my soul and why so troubled within?
Hope in the Lord, for even yet I’ll praise Him,
The health of my countenance, Helper and my God,
My salvation and my God.

– Psalm 42:1-5,12

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