Psalms 119:20

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?

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

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

My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined. Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

I opened my mouth, and panted: for I longed for thy commandments.

I have longed for thy salvation, O Lord; and thy law is my delight.

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

Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God?

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

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.

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.

Blessed are they that keep judgment, and he that doeth righteousness at all times.

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