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PSALM 42, by                    
First Line: As the hart panthet after the water brooks
Last Line: Countenance, and my god.


AS the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O
God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear

before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto
me, Where is thy God?
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.
Why are 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.
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.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and
thy billows are gone over me.
Yet the Lord will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and in the
night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning

because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily

unto me, Where is thy God?
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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