My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness.
My soul fainteth for thy salvation: But I hope in thy word.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
My flesh and my heart faileth: But God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.
My soul breaketh for the longing That it hath unto thy judgments at all times.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, And thy tabernacles, O Israel!