² My soul thirsts for God,
    for the living God.
When shall I come and behold
    the face of God?

³ My tears have been my food
    day and night,
while men say to me continually,
    “Where is your God?”

⁴ Then I will go to the altar of God,
    to God my exceeding joy;
and I will praise thee with the lyre,
    O God, my God.