Psalm
R. My soul is thirsting for the living God.
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? R.
My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?” These things I remember, as I pour out my soul. R.
I went with the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and shouts of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. R.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God. R.