How I want to be there! I long to be in the Lord's Temple. With my whole being I sing for joy to the living God.
How I wish I knew where to find him, and knew how to go where he is.
My heart aches with longing; I want to know your judgments at all times.
I am worn out, Lord, waiting for you to save me; I place my trust in your word.
I lift up my hands to you in prayer; like dry ground my soul is thirsty for you.
My mind and my body may grow weak, but God is my strength; he is all I ever need.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem, that if you find my lover, you will tell him I am weak from passion.
At night I long for you with all my heart; when you judge the earth and its people, they will all learn what justice is.
Why don't you tear the sky open and come down? The mountains would see you and shake with fear.
The tents of Israel are beautiful,