As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants for Thee, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God;
when shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
These things I remember, and I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God,
with the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.
Ps 42:1-5
(NASB)