Quotes About Yearning

If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:

I call for my servant, but he does not answer, though I implore him with my own mouth.

I will see Him for myself; my eyes will behold Him, and not as a stranger. How my heart yearns within me!

My soul is deeply distressed. How long, O LORD, how long?

“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”

For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in Godís presence?

My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Attend to me and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and distraught

I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.

A Psalm of David, when he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, You are my God. Earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts for You. My body yearns for You in a dry and weary land without water.

My soul longs, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.

Why, O LORD, do You reject me? Why do You hide Your face from me?

My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

I open my mouth and pant, longing for Your commandments.

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

I stretch out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.

Sheol, the barren womb, land never satisfied with water, and fire that never says, ëEnough!í

Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.