JuliaSmith(i)
2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God: when shall I come and see the face of God?
3 My tears were to me bread day and night, in saying to me all the days, Where is thy God?
4 These I shall remember, and I shall pour out my soul in me: for I shall pass through into the booth, I shall go softly with them even to the house of God, with the voice of joy and confession, of the multitude keeping a festival.