1 As a deer longs for flowing streams,so my soul longs for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.When may I come to see God’s face?
3 My tears are my food day and night.People ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4 I will remember these things as I pour out my soul:how I used to walk with the crowdand lead it in a procession to God’s house.⌊I sang⌋ songs of joy and thanksgivingwhile crowds of people celebrated a festival.