O God, thou art my •God; early will I seek thee. My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh languisheth for thee, in a dry and weary land without water: To see thy power and thy glory, as I have beheld thee in the sanctuary;

³For thy loving-kindness is better than life: my lips shall praise thee. ⁴So will I bless thee while I live; I will lift up my hands in thy name. ⁵My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness, and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips. ⁶When I remember thee upon my bed, I meditate on thee in the night-watches:

⁷For thou hast been my help, and in the shadow of thy wings will I sing for joy. ⁸My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me. ⁹But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth; ¹⁰They shall be given over to the power of the sword; they shall be the portion of foxes. ¹¹But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that sweareth by him shall glory: for the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

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