God! My God! It's you— I search for you! My whole being thirsts for you! My body desires you in a dry and tired land, no water anywhere.
Yes, I've seen you in the sanctuary; I've seen your power and glory.
My lips praise you because your faithful love is better than life itself!
So I will bless you as long as I'm alive; I will lift up my hands in your name.
I'm fully satisfied— as with a rich dinner. My mouth speaks praise with joy on my lips—
whenever I ponder you on my bed, whenever I meditate on you in the middle of the night—
because you've been a help to me and I shout for joy in the protection of your wings.
My whole being clings to you; your strong hand upholds me.
But what about those people who want to destroy me? Let them go into the bowels of the earth!
Let their blood flow by the sword! Let them be food for wild jackals!
But the king should rejoice in God; everyone who swears by God should give praise when the mouths of liars are shut for good.