As the deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for the living God. Despite her dreary hard life - she still hopes, still clings to the stories she heard as a child about Yahweh. At last the well is in sight. She feels tense, wary all her senses are heightened.
Danger screams through every second that passes.
The well is deep. It must be the heat. I feel so dizzy. My water will become in them a spring of water, gushing up to eternal life. She doesn't know what she is saying.