2 As the deer longs for fountains of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
3 My soul has thirsted for the strong living God.When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?
4 My tears have been my bread, day and night.Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: 'Where is your God?'
5 These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out.For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle,all the way to the house of God,with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.
6 Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me?Hope in God, for I will still confess to him:the salvation of my countenance,
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