As the Hart

¹ As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God. ² My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

³ My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?

⁴ These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: with the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.