O GOD, thou art my God; * early will I seek thee.
 
My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee, * in a barren and dry land where no water is.
 
Thus have I looked for thee in the sanctuary, * that I might behold thy power and glory.
 
For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself: * my lips shall praise thee.
 
As long as I live will I magnify thee in this manner, * and lift up my hands in thy Name.
 
My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness, * when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips.
 
Have I not remembered thee in my bed, * and thought upon thee when I was waking?
 
Because thou hast been my helper; * therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
 
My soul hangeth upon thee; * thy right hand hath upholden me.
 
These also that seek the hurt of my soul, * they shall go under the earth.
 
Let them fall upon the edge of the sword, * that they may be a portion for foxes.
 
But the King shall rejoice in God; all they also that swear by him shall be commended; * for the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

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