Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks:
so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God:
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
My tears have been my meat day and night:
while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself:
for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
In the voice of praise and thanksgiving:
among such as keep holy-day.
Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul:
and why art thou so disquieted within me?
Put thy trust in God:
for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.