1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks,so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night,while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remember these things,I pour out my soul in me:for I had gone with the multitude,I went with them to the house of God,with the voice of joy and praise,with a multitude that kept holyday.