Psalms 42:1 - Compare All Versions

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A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep drafts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I ever make it— arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears— tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

As the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants for You, O God.

As a deer thirsts for streams of water, so I thirst for you, God.

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.

As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God.

As the deer pants [longingly] for the water brooks, So my soul pants [longingly] for You, O God.

As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.

I long to drink of you, O God, to drink deeply from the streams of pleasure flowing from your presence. My longings overwhelm me for more of you!

As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.