1. Like as the hart for water-brooksin thirst doth pant and bray;So pants my longing soul, O God,that come to thee I may.
2. My soul for God, the living God,doth thirst: when shall I nearUnto thy countenance approach,and in God's sight appear?
3. My tears have unto me been meat,both in the night and day,While unto me continually,Where is thy God? they say.