Psalms 63
63
1God—you’re my God!
I can’t get enough of you!
I’ve worked up such hunger and thirst for God,
traveling across dry and weary deserts.
2-4So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open,
drinking in your strength and glory.
In your generous love I am really living at last!
My lips brim praises like fountains.
I bless you every time I take a breath;
My arms wave like banners of praise to you.
5-8I eat my fill of prime rib and gravy;
I smack my lips. It’s time to shout praises!
If I’m sleepless at midnight,
I spend the hours in grateful reflection.
Because you’ve always stood up for me,
I’m free to run and play.
I hold on to you for dear life,
and you hold me steady as a post.
9-11Those who are out to get me are marked for doom,
marked for death, bound for hell.
They’ll die violent deaths;
jackals will tear them limb from limb.
But the king is glad in God;
his true friends spread the joy,
While small-minded gossips
are gagged for good.
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Psalms 63
63
PSALM 63
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
1Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek:
my soul doth thirst for thee;
My flesh longs in a dry parch'd land,
wherein no waters be:
2That I thy power may behold,
and brightness of thy face,
As I have seen thee heretofore
within thy holy place.
3Since better is thy love than life,
my lips thee praise shall give.
4I in thy name will lift my hands,
and bless thee while I live.
5Ev'n as with marrow and with fat
my soul shall filled be;
Then shall my mouth with joyful lips
sing praises unto thee:
6When I do thee upon my bed
remember with delight,
And when on thee I meditate
in watches of the night.
7In shadow of thy wings I'll joy;
for thou mine help hast been.
8My soul thee follows hard; and me
thy right hand doth sustain.
9Who seek my soul to spill shall sink
down to earth's lowest room.
10They by the sword shall be cut off,
and foxes' prey become.
11Yet shall the king in God rejoice,
and each one glory shall
That swear by him: but stopp'd shall be
the mouth of liars all.
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