My soul is crushed for the longing to Your judgments in every season.
My soul longs and even faints for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, You are my God; I earnestly seek You; my soul thirsts for You; my flesh longs for You, as in a dry and weary land without water.
I opened my mouth and panted; for I longed for Your commands.
I have longed for Your salvation, O Jehovah; and Your Law is my delight.
Behold, I have longed for Your precepts; grant to me life in Your righteousness.
A friend loves at every time, and a brother is born for distress.
Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call on God at all times?
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a tree of life is desire coming.
Blessed are those keeping judgment, he who does righteousness in every season.