Quotes About Longing

On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.

I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.

I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”

I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my motherís house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.

How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my motherís breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.

Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

My soul longs for You in the night; indeed, my spirit seeks You at dawn. For when Your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.

As a woman with child about to give birth writhes and cries out in pain, so were we in Your presence, O LORD.

Therefore the LORD longs to be gracious to you; therefore He rises to show you compassion, for the LORD is a just God. Blessed are all who wait for Him.

We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but find none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

Look down from heaven and see, from Your holy and glorious habitation. Where are Your zeal and might? Your yearning and compassion for me are restrained.

If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,

After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?

All day long I have held out My hands to an obstinate people who walk in the wrong path, who follow their own imaginations,