1. As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God
2. My soul thirsteth for God for the living ·God when shall I come and appear before God
3. My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God
4. These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.
5. Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God for I shall yet praise him, for the health of his countenance.