Psalm 63 Sunday Morning 1
God, my God, * for you I long.
My soul is thirsty for you, * my body aches for you
more than dry land * yearns for rain.
In your sanctuary let me gaze on you, * seeing your power and glory.
How much sweeter is your kindness * than my life and lips that praise you!
So may I bless you through my life eternal * and in your heaven raise my hands.
There with milk and butter * I will feast and be satisfied;
my lips will shout for joy; * my mouth will sing your praise.
On my bed I remember you; * all night long I think of you:
“Oh, be my help! * Let me take shelter under your wings.
Let me hold fast to you * and your right hand lift me up.”
But those who seek to murder me, * can go to the bottom of the nether world.
Let them meet the blade of his sword * and become the food of jackals.
But the king will rejoice in God; * all who swear by him will glory, * while the mouth of liars will be shut.