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1  Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks *
 so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
2  My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God *
 when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3  My tears have been my meat day and night *
 while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
4  Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself *
 for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
5  In the voice of praise and thanksgiving *
 among such as keep holy-day.
6  Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul *
 and why art thou so disquieted within me?
7  Put thy trust in God *
 for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.
8  My God, my soul is vexed within me *
 therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.
9  One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes *
 all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
10  The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time *
 and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.
11  I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me *
 why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
12  My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword *
 while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
13  Namely, while they say daily unto me *
 Where is now thy God?
14  Why art thou so vexed, O my soul *
 and why art thou so disquieted within me?
15  O put thy trust in God *
 for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
1  Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people *
 O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.
2  For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from thee *
 and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
3  O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me *
 and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.
4  And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness *
 and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God.
5  Why art thou so heavy, O my soul *
 and why art thou so disquieted within me?
6  O put thy trust in God *
 for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
1  Great is the Lord, and highly to be praised *
 in the city of our God, even upon his holy hill.
2  The hill of Sion is a fair place, and the joy of the whole earth *
 upon the north-side lieth the city of the great King; God is well known in her palaces as a sure refuge.
3  For lo, the kings of the earth *
 are gathered, and gone by together.
4  They marvelled to see such things *
 they were astonished, and suddenly cast down.
5  Fear came there upon them, and sorrow *
 as upon a woman in her travail.
6  Thou shalt break the ships of the sea *
 through the east-wind.
7  Like as we have heard, so have we seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God *
 God upholdeth the same for ever.
8  We wait for thy loving-kindness, O God *
 in the midst of thy temple.
9  O God, according to thy Name, so is thy praise unto the world’s end *
 thy right hand is full of righteousness.
10  Let the mount Sion rejoice, and the daughter of Judah be glad *
 because of thy judgements.
11  Walk about Sion, and go round about her *
 and tell the towers thereof.
12  Mark well her bulwarks, set up her houses *
 that ye may tell them that come after.
13  For this God is our God for ever and ever *
 he shall be our guide unto death.
1  Her foundations are upon the holy hills *
 the Lord loveth the gates of Sion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.
2  Very excellent things are spoken of thee *
 thou city of God.
3  I will think upon Rahab and Babylon *
 with them that know me.
4  Behold ye the Philistines also *
 and they of Tyre, with the Morians; lo, there was he born.
5  And of Sion it shall be reported that he was born in her *
 and the most High shall stablish her.
6  The Lord shall rehearse it when he writeth up the people *
 that he was born there.
7  The singers also and trumpeters shall he rehearse *
 All my fresh springs shall be in thee.