I opened my mouth wide and panted, for I longed for Your mitzvot.
They waited for me as for the rain, and opened their mouths as for spring rain.
Like a slave longing for the shadow, or a hired man waiting for his pay,
I rejoice in Your word, as one who finds great spoil.
I long for Your deliverance, Adonai, and Your Torah is my delight.
My soul is crushed with longing for Your judgments at all times.
Behold, I long for Your precepts. Revive me by Your righteousness.
For the music director, a contemplative song of the sons of Korah.
Let there be no foreign god among you, and you shall not worship any alien god.
Pursue shalom with everyone, and the holiness without which no one will see the Lord.
As newborn babes, long for pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow toward salvation—