s a deer longs for a stream of cool water,
so I long for you, O God. I thirst for you, the living God.
When can I go and worship in your presence?
Day and night I cry and tears are my only food;
all the time my enemies ask me, "Where is your God?"
My heart breaks when I remember the past,
when I went with the crowds to the house of God
and led them as they walked along, a happy crowd, singing and
shouting praise to God.
Why am I so said?
Why am I so troubled?
I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise
him, my savior and my God.
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