[A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Idumea.][1]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![2]Thus have I appeared before thee in the sanctuary, that I might see thy power and thy glory.[3]For thy mercy is better than life: my lips shall praise thee.[4]Thus will I bless thee during my life: I will lift up my hands in thy name.[5]Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness; and my joyful lips shall praise thy name.[6]Forasmuch as I have remembered thee on my bed: in the early seasons I have meditated on thee.[7]For thou hast been my helper, and in the shelter of thy wings will I rejoice.[8]My soul has kept very close behind thee: thy right hand has upheld me.[9]But they vainly sought after my soul; they shall go into the lowest parts o the earth.[10]They shall be delivered up to the power of the sword; they shall be portions for foxes.[11]But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that swears by him shall be praised; for the mouth of them that speak unjust things has been stopped.
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
Source: ecmarsh.com