As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
My being thirsts for God, the living God.
When can I go and see the face of God?
My tears have been my food day and night, as they ask daily, “Where is your God?”
Those times I recall as I pour out my soul,
When I went in procession with the crowd, I went with them to the house of God,
amid loud cries of thanksgiving,
with the multitude keeping festival.
Why are you downcast my soul; why do you groan within me?
Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.