1
As the hartpanteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2
My soulthirsteth for God, for the livingGod: when shall I come and appearbeforeGod?
3
My tears have been my meatday and night, while they continuallysay unto me, Where is thy God?
4
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.