American Standard Version of 1901
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For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;He hath smitten my life down to the ground:He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore {Or, my spirit fainteth}is my spirit overwhelmed within me;My heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old;I meditate on all thy doings;I muse on the work of thy hands.
I spread forth my hands unto thee:My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. [Selah
When they are heated, I will make their feast, and I will make them drunken, that they may rejoice, and sleep a perpetual sleep, and not wake, saith Jehovah.
He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
I have considered the days of old,The years of ancient times.
Zion spreadeth forth her hands; there is none to comfort her;Jehovah hath commanded concerning Jacob, that they that are round about him should be his adversaries:Jerusalem is among them as an unclean thing.
For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah.As the hart panteth after the water brooks,So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:When shall I come and appear before God?
A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.O God, thou art my God; earnestly will I seek thee:My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee,In a dry and weary land, where no water is.