Like a deer that longs for running streams, my soul longs for You, my God.
Athirst is my soul for God, the living God.
When shall I go and behold the face of God?
I went with the throng
and led them in procession to the house of God,
amid loud cries of joy and thanksgiving,
with the multitude keeping fertival.
Send forth Your light and Your fidelity;
they shall lead me on
and bring me to Your holy mountain,
to Your dwelling place.
Then will I go in to the altar of God,
the God of my gladness and joy;
then will I give You thanks upon the harp,
O God, my God!