Psalm 62 — The Holy Bible

A psalm by David, when he was in the desert of Judea.

O God, my God, I rise early to be with You;

My soul thirsts for You.

How often my flesh thirsts for You

In a desolate, impassable, and waterless land.

So in the holy place I appear before You,

To see Your power and Your glory.

Because Your mercy is better than life,

My lips shall praise You.

Thus I will bless You in my life;

I will lift up my hands in Your name.

May my soul be filled, as if with marrow and fatness,

And my mouth shall sing praise to You with lips filled with rejoicing.

If I remembered You on my bed,

I meditated on You at daybreak;

For You are my helper,

And in the shelter of Your wings I will greatly rejoice.

My soul follows close behind You;

Your right hand takes hold of me.

But they seek for my soul in vain;

They shall go into the lowest parts of the earth.

They shall be given over to the edge of the sword;

They shall be a portion for foxes.

But the king shall be glad in God;

All who swear by Him shall be praised,

For the mouth that speaks unrighteous things is stopped.