1 As the deer longs for the water brooks, ♦
so longs my soul for you, O God.
2 My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; ♦
when shall I come before the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my bread day and night, ♦
while all day long they say to me, ‘Where is now your God?’
4 Now when I think on these things, I pour out my soul: ♦
how I went with the multitude
and led the procession to the house of God,
5 With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, ♦
among those who kept holy day.
6 Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, ♦
and why are you so disquieted within me?
7 O put your trust in God; ♦
for I will yet give him thanks,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
All Glory to the Father and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit;
as it was in the beginning is now
and shall be for ever. Amen.