1abJust like a deer that craves streams of water, my whole beingc craves you, God.
My whole being thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and see God's face?d3
My tears have been my food both day and night, as people constantly questioned me, "Where's your God now?"
But I remember these things as I bare my soul: how I made my way to the mighty one's abode,e to God's own house, with joyous shouts and thanksgiving songs— a huge crowd celebrating the festival!
Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed? Why are you so upset inside? Hope in God! Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.
My whole being is depressed. That's why I remember you from the land of Jordan and Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Deep called to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your massive waves surged over me.