631 O God, Thou 'art' my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters. 2 So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.
3 Because better 'is' Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee. 4 So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands. 5 As 'with' milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And 'with' singing lips doth my mouth praise. 6 If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches—I meditate on Thee.
7 For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing. 8 Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold. 9 And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth. 10 They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are. 11 And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!
