I open my mouth and pant, longing for Your commandments.
For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You,
My soul is consumed with longing for Your judgments at all times.
Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation,
Pursue peace with everyone, as well as holiness, without which no one will see the Lord.
I am the LORD your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth, and I will fill it.
Yes, we wait for You, O LORD; we walk in the path of Your judgments. Your name and renown are the desire of our souls.
They waited for me as for rain and drank in my words like spring showers.
I long for Your salvation, O LORD, and Your law is my delight.
I rejoice in Your promise like one who finds great spoil.
How I long for Your precepts! Revive me in Your righteousness.