The Septuagint · 593 of 1103

Psalms 62

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Idumea.

O 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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that swears by him shall be praised; for the mouth of them that speak unjust things has been stopped.