MY SOUL THIRSTETH
AS THE HART PANTS AFTER THE WATER BROOKS,SO MY SOUL PANTS AFTER THEE,O GOD. MY SOUL THIRSTS FOR GOD,FOR THE LIVING GOD:TO COME AND APPEAR BEFORE HIM. MY TEARS HAVE BEEN MY MEAT DAY AND NIGHT,WHILE THEY CONTINUALLY SAY TO ME,WHERE IS YOUR GOD? WHEN I REMEMBER THIS THINGS,I POUR OUT MY SOUL IN ME: I HAD GONE WITH THE MULTITUDE,INTO THE HOUSE OF GOD,WITH THE VOICE OF JOY AND PRAISE,WITH A MULTITUDE THAT KEPT THE SABBATH. WHY ARE YOU CAST DOWN,O MY SOUL? AND DISQUIETED IN ME?HOPE IN GOD:FOR I SHALL STILL PRAISE HIM FOR THE HELP OF HIS COUNTERNANCE. O MY GOD,MY SOUL IS CAST DOWN WITHIN ME:THEREFORE WILL I REMEMBER THEE FROM THE LAND OF JORDAN,AND OF THE HERMONITES,FROM THE HILL MIZAR. DEEP CALLETH UNTO DEEP AT THE NOISE OF THY WATERSPROUTS: ALL THY WAVES AND THY BELLOWS ARE GONE OVER ME. YET THE LORD WILL COMMAND HIS LOVINGKINDNESS IN THE DAYTIME,AND MY PRAYER UNTO THE GOD OF MY LIFE. I WILL SAY UNTO GOD MY ROCK,WHY HAST THOU FORGOTTEN ME?WHY GO I MOURNING BECAUSE OF THE OPPRESSIO...