As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O 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 shall I come and behold the face of God? | I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him? |
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Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. | I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me. |
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and 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 are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help 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! |