My soul within me breaks, and doth much fainting still endure, Through longing that it hath all times unto thy judgments pure.
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.
Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek: my soul doth thirst for thee; My flesh longs in a dry parch'd land, wherein no waters be:
My mouth I have wide opened, and panted earnestly, While after thy commandements I long'd exceedingly.
I long'd for thy salvation, Lord, and in thy law rejoice.
Lo, for thy precepts I have long'd; in thy truth quicken me.
Blessed are they that judgment keep, and justly do always.