| As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. | As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God. |
| My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? | I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him? |
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| Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. | I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me. |
| By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to 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, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior 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! |
