Deus Deus meus, ad te. The prophet aspireth after God.

[1] A psalm of David when he was in the desert of Edom. [2] O God, my God, to thee do I watch at break of day. For thee my soul hath thirsted; for thee my flesh, O how many ways! [3] In a desert land, and where there is no way, and no water: so in the sanctuary have I come before thee, to see thy power and thy glory. [4] For thy mercy is better than lives: thee my lips shall praise. [5] Thus will I bless thee all my life long: and in thy name I will lift up my hands.

[6] Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness: and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips. [7] If I have remembered thee upon my bed, I will meditate on thee in the morning: [8] Because thou hast been my helper. And I will rejoice under the covert of thy wings: [9] My soul hath stuck close to thee: thy right hand hath received me. [10] But they have sought my soul in vain, they shall go into the lower parts of the earth:

[11] They shall be delivered into the hands of the sword, they shall be the portions of foxes. [12] But the king shall rejoice in God, all they shall be praised that swear by him: because the mouth is stopped of them that speak wicked things.