1 O God, my God, I cry to you early; my soul has thirsted for you: how often has my flesh longed after you, in a barren and trackless and dry land!
2 Thus have I appeared before you in the sanctuary, that I might see your power and your glory.
3 For your mercy is better than life: my lips shall praise you.
4 Thus will I bless you during my life: I will lift up my hands in your name.
5 Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness; and my joyful lips shall praise your name.
6 Forasmuch as I have remembered you on my bed: in the early seasons I have meditated on you.
7 For you have been my helper, and in the shelter of your wings will I rejoice.
8 My soul has kept very close behind you: your right hand has upheld me.
9 But they vainly sought after my soul; they shall go into the lowest parts o the earth.
10 They shall be delivered up to the power of the sword; they shall be portions for foxes.
11 But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that swears by him shall be praised; for the mouth of them that speak unjust things has been stopped.