Psalm 63. Deus, Deus meus. O GOD, thou art my God; * early will I seek thee. My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee, * in a barren and dry land where no water is. Thus have I looked for thee in the sanctuary, * that I might behold thy power and glory. For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself: * my lips shall praise thee. As long as I live will I magnify thee in this manner, * and lift up my hands in thy Name. My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness, * when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips. Have I not remembered thee in my bed, * and thought upon thee when I was waking? Because thou hast been my helper; * therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. My soul hangeth upon thee; * thy right hand hath upholden me. These also that seek the hurt of my soul, * they shall go under the earth. Let them fall upon the edge of the sword, * that they may be a portion for foxes. 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. Hang your soul on God and let his right hand uphold you. The rest will fall into place.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 14:40:41 +0000
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