As an antelope pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When may I come and appear in God’s presence? My tears have been my food day and night, while people keep asking me all day long, “Where is your God?” These things I will recall as I pour out my troubles within me: I used to go with the crowd in a procession to the house of God, accompanied with shouts of joy and thanksgiving. Why