My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness, when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips. Have I not remembered thee in my bed, and thought upon thee when I was waking? Because thou hast been my helper, therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. My soul hangeth upon thee; thy right hand hath upholden me.
O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee. My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee, in a barren and dry land where no water is. Thus have I looked for thee in holiness, that I might behold thy power and glory. For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself; my lips shall praise thee. As long as I live will I magnify thee on this manner, and lift up my hands in thy Name.
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The Coverdale translation edited by W. S. Peterson and Valerie Macys — used with permission.