As the deer desires the water brooks, *
so longs my soul for you, O God.
My soul is athirst for God, even 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?”
When I think upon these things, I pour out my heart; *
when I remember how I went with the multitude, and brought 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?
O put your trust in God, *
for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.