My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
My soul yearns for you in the night; my spirit within me earnestly seeks you. For when your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.
My soul longs for your salvation; I hope in your word.
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength[2] of my heart and my portion forever.
My soul is consumed with longing for your rules at all times.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence --
How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, your encampments, O Israel!