As the deer longs for the water-brooks,

so longs my soul for you, O God.


My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God;

when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?


My tears have been my food day and night,

while all day long they say to me, “Where now is your God?”


I pour out my soul when I think on these things;

how I went with the multitude and led them into the house of God,

With the voice of praise and thanksgiving,

among those who keep holy-day.


Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul?

and why are you so disquieted within me?


Put your trust in God;

for I will yet give thanks to him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
source: Book of Common Prayer 1979; read a Jewish translation