Psalm 42
As the deer craves fresh water, so does my soul, God, lick after you, my soul thirsts for God, for the Living God. When may I come and see God´s face? My heart changes when I think of it: as I go to the house of God
in festive company, with rejoicing and thanks in a celebrating crowd. Send your light and your thruth to guide me; she should lead me to your holy mountain and to your home.
