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To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before 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 holy-day.

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.

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.

For thou [art] the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who] is the health of my countenance, and my God.

To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil. We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, [what] work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

For they obtained not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favor to them.

Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.

In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever. Selah.

Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they who hate us plunder for themselves.

Thou hast given us like sheep [appointed] for food; and hast scattered us among the heathen.

Thou sellest thy people for naught, and dost not increase [thy wealth] by their price.

For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.

Will not God search out this? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.

Yes, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.

Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast [us] not off for ever.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth to the earth.