Psalms 62:2-11

²O God, my God, I cry to thee early; my soul has thirsted for thee: how often has my flesh longed after thee, in a barren and trackless and dry land!

³Thus have I appeared before thee in the sanctuary, that I might see thy power and thy glory.

⁴For thy mercy is better than life: my lips shall praise thee.

⁵Thus will I bless thee during my life: I will lift up my hands in thy name.

⁶Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness; and my joyful lips shall praise thy name.

⁷Forasmuch as I have remembered thee on my bed: in the early seasons I have meditated on thee.

⁸For thou hast been my helper, and in the shelter of thy wings will I rejoice.

⁹My soul has kept very close behind thee: thy right hand has upheld me.

¹⁰But they vainly sought after my soul; they shall go into the lowest parts of the earth.

¹¹They shall be delivered up to the power of the sword; they shall be portions for foxes.