As the deer longs for the water-brooks,
So longs my soul for you, O God.
My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God;
When shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
While all day long they say to me,
"Where now is your God?"
I pour out my soul when I think on these things:
How I went with the multitude
and led them into the house of God.
With the voice of praise and thanksgiving,
Among those who keep holy-day.
Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul?
And why are you so disquieted within me?
Put your trust in God;
For I will yet give thanks to him,
Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.