I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

My soul breaketh for the longing that it hath unto thy judgments at all times.

So shall I have wherewith to answer him that reproacheth me: for I trust in thy word.

Behold, I have longed after thy precepts: quicken me in thy righteousness.

Let thy tender mercies come unto me, that I may live: for thy law is my delight.

Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.

{To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.} As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

They that fear thee will be glad when they see me; because I have hoped in thy word.