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\ms Book Two
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\c 42
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\d A psalm written by one of the descendants of Korah for the choir director
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\b
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\q1
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\v 1 O God, I need you very much as a deer needs to drink water from a cool stream.
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\q1
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\v 2 I desire to be with you, the all-powerful God.
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\q2 I say to myself, "When will I be able to go back to the temple in Israel
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\q2 and worship in your presence again?"
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 3 Every day and every night I weep;
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\q2 the only thing I have to drink is my tears;
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\q1 and while I do that, my enemies are always asking me,
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\q2 "Why does your God not help you?"
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\q1
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\v 4 I pray earnestly to God as I remember
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\q2 when I used to go with the crowd of people to the temple in Jerusalem.
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\q2 I used to lead them as we walked along;
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\q1 we were all shouting joyfully and singing to thank God for what he had done;
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\q2 we were a large group who were celebrating.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 5 So now I say to myself, "Why am I in a panic?
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\q1 I confidently expect God to bless me,
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\q2 and again I will praise him,
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\q2 my God, the one who saves me."
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\q1
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\v 6 But now, Yahweh, I was panicking,
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\q2 so I think about you.
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\q1 You are there in Israel where the Jordan River rushes down from the bottom of the peaks of Mount Hermon and from Mount Mizar.
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\s5
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\q1
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\v 7 But here, the great sorrow that I feel is like water that you send down;
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\q2 it is like a waterfall that tumbles down and floods over me.
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\q1
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\v 8 I desire that Yahweh will show me each day that he faithfully loves me,
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\q2 in order that each night I may sing to him
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\q2 and pray to him, the God who causes me to live.
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\q1
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\v 9 I say to God, who is like a huge rock on top of which I am safe,
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\q1 "Why have you forgotten me? You know the hardships that my enemies bring on me."
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\q1
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\v 10 They are always making fun of me;
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\q2 they keep asking, "Why does your God not help you?"
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\q1 When they insult me like that,
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\q2 it is like wounds that shatter my bones.
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\v 11 But I say to myself,
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\q2 "Why am I in a panic?
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\q1 I will confidently expect God to bless me,
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\q2 and I will praise him again,
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\q2 my God, the one who saves me."
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