Psalms 63

¹A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou `art' my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.

²So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.

³Because better `is' Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.

⁴So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands.

⁵As `with' milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And `with' singing lips doth my mouth praise.

⁶If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.

⁷For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.

⁸Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

⁹And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.

¹⁰They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.

¹¹And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!