My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD; My heart and my flesh cry out unto 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 judgements are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.
My soul fainteth for thy salvation: But I hope in thy word.
I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary 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 judgements at all times.
I adjure 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, Thy tabernacles, O Israel!