Psalm 42:2-5
As the deer longs for the flowing streams.
so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, the living God.
When shall I go and behold the face of God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while they continually say to me,
“Where is your God?”
When I remember this,
I pour out my soul in me.

I went with the multitude
and led them in procession to the house of God.
with loud cries of joy and praise,
with the multitude keeping festival.