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A lesson from the sons of Korah; For the Choirmaster.
As the deer pants for running brooks,
So does my soul long for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, the living God,
And to resume pilgrimages to His temple.
Day and night I have lived on diet of tears;
All day they tauntingly ask: Where is you God?
My soul melts with grief as I think of my plight,
And how I once marched under the regal canopy;
How I had lead the procession to the house of God;
It was a festive throng, chanting songs of praise.
Why be downcast, and why despair, O my soul?
Hope in God; I shall continually to praise Him.