Deus, Deus meus
O God, you are my God; *
early will I seek you.
My soul thirsts for you, my flesh also longs after you, *
in a barren and dry land where there is no water.
Thus I have looked upon you in your holy place, *
that I might behold your power and glory.
For your loving-kindness is better than life itself; *
my lips shall praise you.
As long as I live I will magnify you, *
and lift up my hands in your Name.
My soul shall be satisfied, as with marrow and fatness, *
when my mouth praises you with joyful lips.
When I remember you on my bed, *
I meditate on you in the watches of the night.
Because you have been my helper, *
therefore under the shadow of your wings I will rejoice.
My soul clings to you; *
your right hand has upheld me.
Those who seek to destroy my life *
shall go down into the earth.
Let them fall upon the edge of the sword, *
that they may be a portion for jackals.
But the King shall rejoice in God; all those who swear by him shall be commended, *
for the mouth of those who speak lies shall be stopped.