My soul longs, yea, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
My soul is consumed with longing for thy ordinances at all times.
My soul languishes for thy salvation; I hope in thy word.
I stretch out my hands to thee; my soul thirsts for thee like a parched land. Selah
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
My soul yearns for thee in the night, my spirit within me earnestly seeks thee. For when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.
O that thou wouldst rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains might quake at thy presence—
How fair are your tents, O Jacob, your encampments, O Israel!