The first night of the soul 

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?

(She made me cry) my tears as bread
day and night,
while people say to me continually,

“Where is your God?”

These things I (make her) remember,
as I pour out my soul (over me):

how I went with the throng,
and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
a multitude keeping festival.

Why are you cast down, O my soul
and why are you (roaring against) me?

Hope in God;
for I shall (yet) praise him,
my (salvations),
my face,
and my God.