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All your waves and billows have gone over me, and floods of sorrow pour upon me like a thundering cataract.[a]

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  1. Psalm 42:7 floods of sorrow pour upon me like a thundering cataract, literally, “deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.”

Deep calls to deep(A)
    in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
    have swept over me.(B)

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