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Psalm 63. Deus, Deus meus.
O GOD, thou art my God; * early will I seek thee.
2 My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee,
* in a barren and dry land where no water is.
3 Thus have I looked for thee in the sanctuary, * that I might
behold thy power and glory.
4 For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself: * my
lips shall praise thee.
5 As long as I live will I magnify thee in this manner, * and
lift up my hands in thy Name.
6 My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and
fatness, * when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips.
7 Have I not remembered thee in my bed, * and thought upon thee
when I was waking?
8 Because thou hast been my helper; * therefore under the shadow
of thy wings will I rejoice.
9 My soul hangeth upon thee; * thy right hand hath upholden me.
10 These also that seek the hurt of my soul, * they shall go
under the earth.
11 Let them fall upon the edge of the sword, * that they may
be a portion for foxes.
12 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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