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1As the deer pants after streams of water, 2I thirst for God, for the living God, 3My tears have been my food day and night, 4These things I call to mind as I pour out my soul: 5Why are you bowed down, my soul? 6My God, my soul is bowed down within me, 7Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; 8Yet Yahweh will command his covenant faithfulness in the daytime; 9I will say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? 10As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries rebuke me,