As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.

My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

My soul breaketh for the longing that it hath unto thy judgments at all times.

CAPH. My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!

With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness.

Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,