As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul longs after You, O God.
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My soul thirsts for God, the living God.
When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?b
3
My tears have been my food
both day and night,
while men ask me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
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These things come to mind as I pour out my soul:
how I walked with the multitude,
leading the festive procession to the house of God
with shouts of joy and praise.