As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God?
The voice of the Lord makes the deer to calve and strips the forests bare; and in His temple everything says, “Glory!”
Then the lame will leap like a deer, and the tongue of the mute will shout for joy. For waters will break forth in the wilderness and streams in the Arabah.
He makes my feet like the feet of deer, and sets me on my high places.
(from Psalm 42, Psalm 29, Isaiah 35, and Psalm 18)