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[A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Idumea.]
[1] O God, my God, I cry to thee early; my soul has thirsted for thee: how often has my flesh longed after thee, in a barren and trackless and dry land!
[2] Thus have I appeared before thee in the sanctuary, that I might see thy power and thy glory.
[3] For thy mercy is better than life: my lips shall praise thee.
[4] Thus will I bless thee during my life: I will lift up my hands in thy name.
[5] Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness; and my joyful lips shall praise thy name.
[6] Forasmuch as I have remembered thee on my bed: in the early seasons I have meditated on thee.
[7] For thou hast been my helper, and in the shelter of thy wings will I rejoice.
[8] My soul has kept very close behind thee: thy right hand has upheld me.
[9] But they vainly sought after my soul; they shall go into the lowest parts o the earth.
[10] They shall be delivered up to the power of the sword; they shall be portions for foxes.
[11] But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that swears by him shall be praised; for the mouth of them that speak unjust things has been stopped.
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