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My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
    When may I come and appear in God’s presence?
My tears have been my food day and night,
    while people[a] keep asking me all day long,
        “Where is your God?”

These things I will recall as I pour out my troubles[b] within me:
    I used to go with the crowd in a procession to the house of God,
        accompanied with shouts of joy and thanksgiving.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:3 The Heb. lacks people
  2. Psalm 42:4 Lit. soul