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From the Sons of Korah...
As a deer longs for the water streams, So my being longs for You, O Elohim.
My being thirsts for Elohim, for the living El. When shall I enter in to appear before Elohim?
My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me all day, 'Where is your Elohim?'
These I remember, and pour out my being within me. For I used to pass along with the throng; I went with them to the House of Elohim, With the voice of joy and praise, A multitude keeping a festival!
Why are you depressed, O my being? And why are you restless within me? Wait for Elohim: for I shall yet thank Him, For the deliverance of His face!
O my Elohim, my being is depressed within me; Therefore I remember You from the land of the Yarden, And from the heights of Hermon, From Mount Mits'ar.
Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your waves and breakers passed over me.
By day YHWH commands His kindness, And by night His song is with me; A prayer to the El of my life.
I say to El my Rock, 'Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?'
My enemies have reproached me, Like a crushing of my bones, While they say to me all day long, 'Where is your Elohim?'
Why are you depressed, O my being? And why are you restless within me? Wait for Elohim: for I shall yet thank Him, the deliverance of my face, And my Elohim.