As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God.
I thirst for God, the living God. When can I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me, "Where is your God?"
I remember this as I pour out my heart: how I walked with many, leading the festive procession to the house of God, with joyful and thankful shouts.