Psalms

A Melody of David. When he was in the Wilderness of Judah.

63 O God, my God thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee,—My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land—dry and weary for want of water,—

2 In like manner as in the sanctuary I have had vision of thee To behold thy power and thy glory.

3 Because better is thy lovingkindness than life My lips aloud shall praise thee!

4 Thus will I bless thee while I live, In thy Name will I lift up mine outspread hands:

5 As with fatness and richness shall my soul be satisfied, And with joyfully shouting lips shall my mouth utter praise.

6 Should I call thee to mind upon my couch In the watches of the night would I breathe soft speech of thee.

7 For thou hast become a help unto me,—And in the shadow of thy wings will I shout for joy.

8 My soul hath run clinging to thee, On me hath thy right hand laid hold.

9 When they to crush it would seek my life They shall go into the lower parts of the earth:

10 Every one shall be given up into the power of the sword, The portion of jackals shall they become.

11 But the king shall rejoice in God,—Every one shall glory who sweareth by him, For the mouth of them who speak falsehood shall be stopped.