Rest mouse on icon to reveal phonetics aoi mar a shantaíonn an eilit na sruthanna uisce is amhlaidh a shantaíonn m’anam thusa, a Dhia.	. As the deer longs for the running waters, So my soul longs for you, O God
2 Tá cíocras chun Dé ar m’anam chun Dé bheo; cá huair a thiocfaidh mé go bhfeicfidh mé gnúis mo Dhé.	My soul thirsts for God the living God. When shall I go and behold the face of God?
4 Is iad mo dheora is bia dom de lá agus d’oíche nuair a fhiafraítear díom in aghaidh an lae: Cá bhfuil do Dhia?	My tears are my food day and night, as they say to me day after day, "Where is your God?"
5 Ar na nithe seo a dhéanaim mo mhachnamh nuair a chuirim mo racht díom: mar a ghluaisinn i dtosach an tslua ag triall ar theach Dé dom, le gártha gairdis agus molta i ndáil fleá agus féile.	Those times I recall, now that I pour forth my soul within me. When I went with the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, amid loud cries of joy and thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival.
6 Cén fáth a bhfuil tú buartha, a anam liom, faoi mhíshuaimhneas istigh ionam? Cuir do dhóchas i nDia; molfaidh mé go fóill é; mo shlánaitheoir agus mo Dhia é.	Why are you so downcast, O my soul? Why do you sigh within me? Hope in God for I shall again be thanking him in the presence of my savior and my God,
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