My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.
My soul faints with longing for your salvation, but I have put my hope in your word.
I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
My soul is consumed with longing for your laws at all times.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
If only I knew where to find him; if only I could go to his dwelling!
Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains would tremble before you!
“How beautiful are your tents, Jacob, your dwelling places, Israel!