1 O God, my God, you, you do I seek: my heart thirsts for you, my body faints for you in a parched and waterless land.10 given o’er to the power of the sword, or as prey for jackals to devour.11 But the king shall rejoice in God: all who own his allegiance will glory. For the mouth of the false shall be stopped.2 As I in the temple have seen you, beholding your power and your glory,3 for better than life is your kindness: my lips shall utter your praise.4 So, while I live, I will bless you, and lift up my hands in your name.5 As with marrow and fat am I feasted; with joyful lips I will praise you.6 I call you to mind on my bed, and muse on you in the night watches;7 for you have been my help, I joyfully sing in the shadow of your wings.8 I cling close after you, your right hand holds me up.9 But those who seek after my life shall go down to the depths of the earth,