1. Like as the hart for water-brooksin thirst doth pant and bray;So pants my longing soul, O God,that come to thee I may.
2. My soul for God, the living God,doth thirst: when shall I nearUnto thy countenance approach,and in God's sight appear?
3. My tears have unto me been meat,both in the night and day,While unto me continually,Where is thy God? they say.
4. My soul is poured out in me,when this I think upon;Because that with the multitudeI heretofore had gone:With them into God's house I went,with voice of joy and praise;Yea, with the multitude that keptthe solemn holy days.