- As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
- My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
- My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
- These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
- Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and
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