As a deer longs for flowing streams,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
I thirst for the living God;
I ache for him day and night.
When will he fill me with his presence?
When will I see his face?
Why are you desolate, my soul?
Why weighed down by despair?
Trust in God; he will save you;
you will sing to him with great joy.
My soul is heavy with anguish;
my heart keeps longing for God.
I am lost in a sea of wretchedness;
I drown in the waters of despair.
The roar of waterfalls surrounds me,
and the waves crash over my head.
Why are you desolate, my soul?
Why weighed down by despair?
Trust in God; he will save you;
you will sing to him with great joy.