1 As the deer pants for streams of water,so my soul pants for you, my God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.When can I go and meet with God?
3 My tears have been my foodday and night,while people say to me all day long,‘Where is your God?’
4 These things I rememberas I pour out my soul:how I used to go to the house of Godunder the protection of the Mighty Onewith shouts of joy and praiseamong the festive throng.