As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
These things I remember, as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng and lead them
in procession to the house go God
with glad shouts and songs of praise
a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.