2 O God, my God, I cry to thee early;

My soul has thirsted for thee:

How often has my flesh longed after thee,

In a barren and trackless and dry land!

3 Thus have I appeared before thee in the sanctuary,

That I might see thy power and thy glory.

4 For thy mercy is better than life:

My lips shall praise thee.

5 Thus will I bless thee during my life:

I will lift up my hands in thy name.

6 Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness;

And my joyful lips shall praise thy name.

7 Forasmuch as I have remembered thee on my bed:

In the early seasons I have meditated on thee.

8 For thou hast been my helper,

And in the shelter of thy wings will I rejoice.

9 My soul has kept very close behind thee:

Thy right hand has upheld me.

10 But they vainly sought after my soul;

They shall go into the lowest parts of the earth.

11 They shall be delivered up to the power of the sword;

They shall be portions for foxes.

12 But the king shall rejoice in God;

Everyone that swears by him shall be praised;

For the mouth of them that speak unjust things has been stopped.