Like the deer that yearns.
For running streams.
So my soul yearns.
For you my God in my dreams.

My soul is thirsting.
For God.
When can I start appearing.
Before the face of God.

I will come to the altar of God.
My joy, my gladness.
O God, my God.
On the harp I will give you thankfulness.

They will bring me to the holy mountain.
Where you dwell on the mountain.

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Like the yearning deer
My soul yearns for you , My God
As for running streams

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See Psalm 42