Faints

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

My soul faints for Your salvation; I wait for Your word.

For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child—the cry of the Daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands to say, “Woe is me, for my soul faints before the murderers!”