(from Day 8 Evening Prayer)
- LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks: so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
- My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
- My tears have been my meat day and night: while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
- Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself: for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
- In the voice of praise and thanksgiving: among such as keep holy-day.
- Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
- Put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.
- My God, my soul is vexed within me: therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.
- One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes: all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
- The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time: and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.
- I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me: why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
- My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword: while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
- Namely, while they say daily unto me: Where is now thy God?
- Why art thou so vexed, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
- O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.