2 As the deer longs for streams of water,so my soul longs for you, O God.
3 My soul thirsts for God, the living God.When can I enter and see the face of God?
4 My tears have been my bread day and night,as they ask me every day, “Where is your God?”
5 Those times I recallas I pour out my soul,When I would cross over to the shrine of the Mighty One,to the house of God,Amid loud cries of thanksgiving,with the multitude keeping festival.
6 Why are you downcast, my soul;why do you groan within me?Wait for God, for I shall again praise him,my savior and my God.
7 My soul is downcast within me;therefore I remember youFrom the land of the Jordan and Hermon,from Mount Mizar,
8 Deep calls to deepin the roar of your torrents,and all your waves and breakerssweep over me.