| As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. | As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God. |
| My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? | I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him? |
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| Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. | I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me. |
| Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. | But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing his songs, praying to God who gives me life. |
| Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. | Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God! |
