R My soul is thirsting for the living God.
As the hind longs for the running waters,
so my soul longs for you, O God. R
Athirst is my soul for God, the living God.
When shall I go and behold the face of God? R
I went with the throng
and led them in procession to the house of God.
Amid loud cries of joy and thanksgiving,
with the multitude keeping festival. R
Alleluia, alleluia. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,/ for I am meek and humble of heart. Alleluia, alleluia.
- Everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted. l
