My soul thirsts for you
My flesh longs for you
In a land parched and weary
With no water
So too in the sanctuary
To have beheld you
Your might
And your glory
Tzama L'chol Nafshi (Psalm 63:2-3)
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My soul thirsts for you
My flesh longs for you
In a land parched and weary
With no water
So too in the sanctuary
To have beheld you
Your might
And your glory