| 1 | <A Psalm. Of David. When he was in the waste land of Judah.> O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is; |
| 2 | To see your power and your glory, as I have seen you in the holy place. |
| 3 | Because your mercy is better than life, my lips will give you praise. |
| 4 | So will I go on blessing you all my life, lifting up my hands in your name. |
| 5 | My soul will be comforted, as with good food; and my mouth will give you praise with songs of joy; |
| 6 | When the memory of you comes to me on my bed, and when I give thought to you in the night-time. |
| 7 | Because you have been my help, I will have joy in the shade of your wings. |
| 8 | My soul keeps ever near you: your right hand is my support. |
| 9 | But those whose desire is my soul's destruction will go down to the lower parts of the earth. |
| 10 | They will be cut off by the sword; they will be food for foxes. |
| 11 | But the king will have joy in God; everyone who takes an oath by him will have cause for pride; but the false mouth will be stopped. |
