Psalms 42: 2-5

2
As the deer longs for streams of water,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
 
3
My soul thirsts for God, the living God.
When can I enter and see the face of God?
 
4
My tears have been my bread day and night,
as they ask me every day, “Where is your God?”
 
25
Those times I recall as I pour out my soul,
When I would cross over to the shrine of the Mighty One,
to the house of God,
Amid loud cries of thanksgiving,
with the multitude keeping festival.