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.
Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer; *
preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the gathering together of the wicked, *
and from the tumult of evildoers;
Who have whet their tongue like a sword, *
and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words,
That they may secretly shoot at the one who is blameless; *
suddenly do they shoot him, and fear not.
They hold fast to their evil purpose, *
and discuss among themselves how they may lay snares, and say that no one shall see them.
They imagine wickedness, and practice a cunning plot; *
for the human heart and mind are very deep.
But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow, *
and they shall be wounded.
Indeed, their own tongues shall make them fall, *
so that all who see them shall laugh them to scorn.
And all shall fear and tell what God has done; *
for they shall perceive that it is his work.
The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord and put their trust in him, *
and all who are true of heart shall be glad.