Psalms 63

1Unto the end, a psalm for David.

1 O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;

2Hear O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

2To see your power and your glory, as I have seen you in the holy place.

3Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

3Because your mercy is better than life, my lips will give you praise.

4For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

4So will I go on blessing you all my life, lifting up my hands in your name.

5To shoot in secret the undefiled.

5My soul will be comforted, as with good food; and my mouth will give you praise with songs of joy;

6They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

6When the memory of you comes to me on my bed, and when I give thought to you in the night-time.

7They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

7Because you have been my help, I will have joy in the shade of your wings.

8And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

8My soul keeps ever near you: your right hand is my support.

9And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

9But those whose desire is my soul's destruction will go down to the lower parts of the earth.

10And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God, and understood his doings.

10They will be cut off by the sword; they will be food for foxes.

11The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

11But the king will have joy in God; everyone who takes an oath by him will have cause for pride; but the false mouth will be stopped.