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(Of the Director; meditative; of the sons of Korah.) 42 Like a deer that stretches toward glens of water,so, God, my soul stretches toward you. 2 My soul is thirsty for God, for living Deity;how soon shall I go in and see God’s face? 3 I had my tears for bread day and nightat the saying to me all the time “Where is your God?” 4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul at the recollection,how at the Feast of Booths I went skipping along to God’s house with voices of caroling and thanksgiving, a festal host. 5 Wherefore are you downhearted, my soul, and in a turmoil over my fate?wait for God, for I shall again give thanks to him,my open savior and my God. 6 Over my fate my soul is downhearted; therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan and the Hermons, from Mount Misghar. 7 Deep calls to deep in the noise of your flumes;all your breakers and surges have gone over me. 8 By day I shout “Jehovah ordain his friendliness,”and in the night I sing by myself a prayer to the God of my life; 9 I say to God my rock “Why have you forgotten me?why do I go in black for oppression by an enemy? 10 For murder in my bones,—my foes taunt me,—for their saying to me all the time ‘Where is your god?’” 11 Wherefore are you downhearted, my soul, and wherefore in a turmoil over my fate?wait for God, for I shall again give thanks to him,my open savior and my God.