My soul longs and even faints for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Oh that I knew and I could find Him, I would come into His seat;
My soul is crushed for the longing to Your judgments in every season.
KAPH: My soul is being consumed for Your salvation; I hope in Your Word.
I spread out my hands to You; my soul is to You like a weary land. Selah.
My flesh and my heart waste away; God is the rock of my heart and my portion forever.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.
With my soul I desire You in the night; yea, with my spirit within me I diligently seek You. For when Your judgments are in the earth, those living in the world learn righteousness.
O that You would tear the heavens and come down; mountains would quake before You.
How good are your tents, O Jacob, your dwellings, O Israel!