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CH. 42
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[°í¶ó ÀÚ¼ÕÀÇ ¸¶½º±æ, ¿µÀåÀ¸·Î ÇÑ ³ë·¡] Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© »ç½¿ÀÌ ½Ã³Á¹°À» ã±â¿¡ °¥±ÞÇÔ °°ÀÌ ³» ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ ÁÖ¸¦ ã±â¿¡ °¥±ÞÇÏ´ÏÀÌ´Ù

For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
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³» ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ Çϳª´Ô °ð »ýÁ¸ÇϽô Çϳª´ÔÀ» °¥¸ÁÇϳª´Ï ³»°¡ ¾î´À ¶§¿¡ ³ª¾Æ°¡¼­ Çϳª´Ô ¾Õ¿¡ ºÆ¿Ã²¿

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
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»ç¶÷µéÀÌ Á¾ÀÏ ³ª´õ·¯ ÇÏ´Â ¸»ÀÌ ³× Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ¾îµð ÀÖ´À´¢ ÇÏ´Ï ³» ´«¹°ÀÌ Á־߷Π³» À½½ÄÀÌ µÇ¾úµµ´Ù

My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
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³»°¡ Àü¿¡ ¼ºÀÏÀ» ÁöÅ°´Â ¹«¸®¿Í µ¿ÇàÇÏ¿© ±â»Ý°ú Âù¼ÛÀÇ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¹ßÇϸç ÀúÈñ¸¦ Çϳª´ÔÀÇ ÁýÀ¸·Î ÀεµÇÏ¿´´õ´Ï ÀÌÁ¦ ÀÌ ÀÏÀ» ±â¾ïÇÏ°í ³» ¸¶À½ÀÌ »óÇϴµµ´Ù

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.
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³» ¿µÈ¥¾Æ ³×°¡ ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ³«¸ÁÇÏ¸ç ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ³» ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ºÒ¾ÈÇÏ¿© ÇÏ´Â°í ³Ê´Â Çϳª´ÔÀ» ¹Ù¶ó¶ó ±× ¾ó±¼ÀÇ µµ¿ì½ÉÀ» ÀÎÇÏ¿© ³»°¡ ¿ÀÈ÷·Á Âù¼ÛÇϸ®·Î´Ù

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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³» Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© ³» ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ ³» ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ³«¸ÁÀÌ µÇ¹Ç·Î ³»°¡ ¿ä´Ü ¶¥°ú Ç츣¸ó°ú ¹Ì»ì »ê¿¡¼­ ÁÖ¸¦ ±â¾ïÇϳªÀÌ´Ù

my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon--from Mount Mizar.
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ÁÖÀÇ ÆøÆ÷ ¼Ò¸®¿¡ ±íÀº ¹Ù´Ù°¡ ¼­·Î ºÎ¸£¸ç ÁÖÀÇ Æĵµ¿Í ¹°°áÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ¾ö¸ôÇϵµ¼ÒÀÌ´Ù

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
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³·¿¡´Â ¿©È£¿Í²²¼­ ±× ÀÎÀÚÇÔÀ» º£Çª½Ã°í ¹ã¿¡´Â ±× Âù¼ÛÀÌ ³»°Ô ÀÖ¾î »ý¸íÀÇ Çϳª´Ô²² ±âµµÇϸ®·Î´Ù

By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me--a prayer to the God of my life.
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³» ¹Ý¼®À̽ŠÇϳª´Ô²² ¸»Çϱ⸦ ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ³ª¸¦ ÀØÀ¸¼Ì³ªÀÌ±î ³»°¡ ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ¿ø¼öÀÇ ¾ÐÁ¦·Î ÀÎÇÏ¿© ½½ÇÁ°Ô ´Ù´Ï³ªÀ̱î Çϸ®·Î´Ù

I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"
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³» »À¸¦ Â´Â Ä® °°ÀÌ ³» ´ëÀûÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ºñ¹æÇÏ¿© ´Ã ¸»Çϱ⸦ ³× Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ¾îµð ÀÖ´À³Ä Çϵµ´Ù

My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
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³» ¿µÈ¥¾Æ ³×°¡ ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ³«¸ÁÇÏ¸ç ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ³» ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ºÒ¾ÈÇÏ¿© ÇÏ´Â°í ³Ê´Â Çϳª´ÔÀ» ¹Ù¶ó¶ó ³ª´Â ³» ¾ó±¼À» µµ¿ì½Ã´Â ³» Çϳª´ÔÀ» ¿ÀÈ÷·Á Âù¼ÛÇϸ®·Î´Ù

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 my God.